Summer is becoming a long blur of books, Young Avengers, and taking care of my sister's horse. "Barn Drama", as all my sister's friends call it, is the worst.
We've stabled my sister's horse with this same lady for the two/three years my sister's been riding. She was great... most of the time.
It's just that recently, her relationships have started interfering with her business. And now she's off, moving away to live in a far away city with a man she met. She sold her property (mostly) and left town. Only she planned to keep the business open through the end of the year. All us boarders were assured that the horses could continue to stay where they were.
Stay, yes. Safely, no.
There was a week when my sister was at camp, so we didn't go out to visit the horse. That weekend, we go out, and
no one has fed all week. Panic ensues. Confusion. Chaos. Everyone thinks someone else is feeding. The new people who *bought* the place, are forbidden from touching the old owner's business, which means *they* aren't feeding. The old owner isn't even in *town*. We end up driving up there *every day* (that's 22mi one way) to feed the horse (morning *and* evening). Luckily one of the other boarders organized a schedule for the boarders to feed, but really she and we were the only ones reliable enough to actually *do* it.
We start calling new stables. My sister had been wanting to switch to this new, English stable anyway, so we call there. They had already agreed to get us in at beginning of August, but with our frantic calls, they agreed to free up a spot sooner. Still, "sooner" was a week away. At that point, we were ready to put a lead rope on the horse and walk her down the street to stick in our friend's back yard. We called everyone we knew who had the property to keep horses. They all agreed to take her if we needed it, but my mom was scared to leave the other horses behind because at this point the other reliable boarder had gotten her horse out and we were the only ones feeding.
The old owner came back weekly to check in and stuff, but all *she* saw was that the boarders had set up this nice schedule and were feeding, so she didn't see anything wrong with the leaving it that way. My mom's fairly non-confrontational, and really, we used to be good, good friends with the owner, so we tried to stay peaceful. My sister, however, was in such a state of fury, she wasn't even allowed to speak with the old owner.
Meanwhile, the new owners of the property were gutting it (muchly needed) and trying to make the place higher class, but they were just trying to stay out of the old owner's way. The old owner took everything not nailed down. And then most of the stuff that *was* nailed down. She took the chickens and the cats (which weren't *really* pets. More like vagrant animals she was caring for). She took the *barn*. She unscrewed the feed buckets from the inside of the stalls.
She
took the gates.
People were leaving the barn like flies. Anyone who *can* get out is. But this one horse, Roany, her owners are on vacation and won't be back until the end of summer. Mom's constantly worrying because Roany is skin and bones, but eventually the old owner takes Roany with her to her new place (I assume Roany's fine now because it was mostly an "out of sight, out of mind" issue. The old owner never let a horse get sick without doing something about it).
Everyone who gets their horse out is finding out at their new barn that everything they've been doing is *wrong*. Vet, farrier, feed, you name it. All of it has to be fixed. The baby horse of the property hadn't been properly fed, was (possibly permanently) too small, and had round worms the size of snakes (not exaggerating. Foot long worms). It's owners are, understandably, quite upset.
We've finally gotten our horse off the property and pretty much washed our hands of it all. There aren't any horses there anymore to my knowledge (or I think I'd have called the cops at this point). My sister's livid, righteous fury still burns, but the worry we've all been living with is easing, and we no longer have to drive that far every day.
This will be a lesson for years to come.
Don't take someone's word for it when they tell you how to care for your horse, and run, run, run from Barn Drama.