you see no improvement in sight.
He has been doing the feeding for me for a long time due to my RA and the pain it causes me. I have a very expensive, safe feeder for Mister in both corrals, and yesterday I find he is dumping all his feed (he’s on 100% SR because of his teeth) in a flat rubber tub, which the horse immediately dumps onto the muddy ground and eats it along with the mud and dirt. Horrified, I nicely asked if he could please use the feeders (because a small scoop of psyllium 7 days a month isn’t going to protect him from the terrible impaction colic that would result in a ghastly, painful death.I didn’t tell him that, only that it is unsafe for him) Remember previously, he left the most dangerous fence situation I’ve ever seen, and Mister almost had his leg broken…
I am SO sorry, that really stinks! I get aggravated when I hire someone to do a job and they do what they want to do versus what I want them to do. I feel like yelling "Just do theVenting…I am insulted and pissed beyond words right now. I’ve been fighting a senseless rage for days and now it has a direction
He disregards everything I have to say. I spent 50 years of my life as a professional trainer, campaigning other people’s expensive animals, foaling their mares, and using my empty stalls as a hospital area for the local vet when someone’s horse required daily follow up he didn’t have room for. He treats me like I am a f-ing idiot who has no idea what I’m talking about.
I am down to 3 hens. I asked him to please not free range them anymore as there are no leaves to hide them from the hawks and owls and with the price of eggs we need to protect these last survivors. When I was well enough to go out I found them running loose again. As if a 16x 16 covered run attached to the coop isn’t enough room for 3 damned hens.
This man throws feed at the animals. He has never in his life cleaned up after one. Mister’s shelter had him over pastern deep in sh*t when I became ambulatory last year. I once had rabbits in a colony. I became severely disabled and didn’t recover for almost a year. There were 3 does and I had put the buck in prior to the flare that took me down. I asked him to remove the buck and put him in the cage and we would need to seperate any litters that resulted immediately into the spare cages I have to prevent any more breeding until my health improves. fast forward. I had to place a craigslst ad for someone to come get the rabbits for free as the manure had risen the floor of the colony 3’, buryng the rabbitwire on the sides so they were escaping through the cattle panel hoops. They found burrows under the manure, hundreds of dead kits and no idea how many adults they captured. I was so ashamed. If not for me, the backyard would be covered in dog crap.
When we had the Maremmas my RA again became extremely severe the last year or so of their lives. My hands were nearly useless but I had to bring them in almost every night to try and remove the mats from their fur. There were huge weeping hot spots that were raw, tails had to be shaved completely to remove tumbleweeds they were dragging and the cockleburrs etc in their coats. Bruno was caked in sh*t because he was matted so completely behind there was nowhere for it to go. These were working LGD’s that deserved better treatment.
My big gooseneck trailer is full halfway up the sides with trash and empty feedbags because he will do ANYTHING for someone else but is too lazy to drop them in the dumpster on his way to the shop. Now my wooden shed (which is rotting and falling over because for 15 years the new roofing for it is still sitting on the ground unused) is filling up with empty bags and trash. He has a colony of feral cats (which, btw, I am terribly allergic to,) crawling all over my tack and having litters under the bags in my trailer. We spend more on catfood than we do on feeding the horse.
I. AM. SO. ANGRY.
I am isolated, without help, family, friends or health. I bred Mister’s dam. He spent the first half of his life putting food on my table packing lesson kids and the special needs kids in my handicap program.
We need the damn chickens and the rabbits provide meat for us and the dogs. (God forbid he should ever help process anything. I have to do ALL of that, usually at the cost of several days not being able to use my hands due to pain and inflammation. (My visiting granddaughters helped my process our chickens but he never has)
I’m just so over it all. The depression is the cherry on top of everything
job!
