Bad Mommy: The Sequel

So, after venting about Taya's owner I had the pleasure of actually meeting the owner. I've only been riding her horse for nearly 8 months now. You'd think I would have had this experience before now. Not one of the shows I took her horse to.

So, I'm at the barn getting Taya ready and I hear someone come through the gate and start talking to a horse. It's Taya's owner talking to another horse like it's her. She walks into the barn and proceeds to laugh off what she's done. She stands there and talks to Taya and says to me, "She probably doesn't even know who I am." I say nothing.

Mr. Shankun magically appears at just the right moment and whisks Bad Mommy away into the house. I am left alone with my baby. My cage is rattled and I am working hard to settle my nerves. Taya knows I'm not spot on.

I tack up and head over to the ring. As I start to work Taya in comes Bad Mommy. She watches and Mr Shankun explains what I'm doing. Mr. Shankun leaves. She then asks about Taya's canter. I explain that she doesn't have a pretty canter right now. It's flat and strung out because she's not strong enough to hold herself together. "Oh, because when so and so was riding her I watched her at a lesson and her trainer told me she had a really nice rocking horse canter." Yeah, how long ago was that bitch? Do you remember? Are you sure you have the right horse? Grrrrrrrr!!!!!

Then she tells me in a long winded way that because of her bad back it bothers her to bend over so she moved her brushes from the bottom shelf to the second shelf. She then told me that she didn't realize that's where I was keeping my brushes but if I could keep my brushes on the bottom shelf that would be great. Annoyed, and choking back my Irish temper I said, "Oh, ok." Then she asked me if I knew where her saddle was. No clue bitch. I use my own stuff and I take most of it home. Well, I can't use yours. Mines a 19". You're right. You can't use mine. I'm glad we agree on something.

When I returned to the barn, I saw what she'd done. I turned around to face the saddle racks on the wall and there underneath a very dusty saddle cover was one moldy dressage saddle. I can only assume it was hers. I took my brushes and put them in the car. Then I saw she hadn't moved her brushes. Those were still in the big barn's hay loft. She'd assumed the brushes on the bottom shelf were hers and well moved them. Yeah, they belonged to someone else. Douche Bag!

Also, she's a trouble maker rumor starter. She has turned my crank more than once and I'm sure she knows it. I got a fb message about Mr Shankun's place selling. I was so sad, but I had no information to give her. I asked if she'd consider letting me move Taya up closer to where I live. "No, I hardly make it here as it is." "Exactly, you never make it here and I figured if it could save you some money until you were ready to start riding again it wouldn't hurt."

I just hope Taya's owner doesn't drive me nuts enough to make me want to find a new horse.