The barn manager told me that she and the barn owner have a right and a responsibility to make sure the horses at their barn are taken care of. (I was with her up until that point...) She proceeded to tell me, however, that it was totally within their right to call their vet and farrier out to evaluate Lilly even without my permission. If the vet decided that Lilly needed shoes and pads, she could have her farrier put on shoes and pads. They would then send me the bill.
So essentially, one day I'd drive out to the barn and find a bill taped to my tack trunk and a pair of shoes on my horse.
So Thursday evening, I called around to a couple places, put in some requests to my friends to help me search, and ended up deciding to move to a barn I had boarded at previously. The reasons I left this particular barn weren't because I was having problems per se, it was because I found a barn that worked better for my situation. They keep small groups of mares together for turnout and I was trying to find individual turnout for Lilly. When I left, they told me if I ever wanted to come back, I was more than welcome to. He remembered me when I called, so I asked if I could move her out the next morning. He said absolutely.
So hubby and I headed over Friday morning to get Lilly. Normally I'm a strict, follow the rules kind of girl, and I always give a 30 day notice. Not this time. I was afraid of what might happen if I left her there for another 30 days with them knowing my plan was to haul her somewhere else. I was hoping no one would be there Friday morning, but the place was crawling with people. I was so nervous... my stomach had been feeling sick all morning and when we pulled in I was shaking. I was expecting a fight of some kind, but hubby got right to packing up my stuff and went to tell the BM and the BO that it wasn't working out and I was leaving. They weren't happy, but they said ok and watched us pack everything up. When I went to get Lilly, the BO left without saying a word to me and went to his house, and the BM said a brief good-bye to Lilly and we were out of there.
Prior to the move, Lilly was having one of her 'diarrhea episodes' and I had to wash her her behind Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. She had been doing pretty well up to that point, but the messiness came out of the blue. She was messy Friday morning too, but I wasn't about to waste time washing her before moving her out, so that's the first thing I did when we got to the new place.
|Lovely flash photo in the wash stall.|
|Lilly wonders if Marly will be nice to her.|
|Marly wants to know why this horse is in her pasture.|
|Staying just close enough, without being friendly.|
I found myself exhaling deep breaths all Friday afternoon. I didn't realize quite how badly I was stressing about the barn situation... it feels great to be out of there. Now I can concentrate on my horse and work on getting her better.