Some years ago I was supposed to buy a young horse for cheap. All I had to do first was pay to have him gelded — which would be expensive because he was cryptorchid — and then supply the hay to keep him at this person’s house for the winter because I had no way of keeping him away from my mares while his seminal vesicles were possibly still full of sperm. But, he was going to be a big boy, calm and gaited — the ideal horse for my husband to ride, so off we went to the vet. $1,500 later, he went back to this other farm for the winter and I supplied the hay, as agreed.
Now I’ve got $2,500 invested in him (or so I think), but he’s a Walkaloosa and perfect for hubby so what the hell. So far, so good.
Then along came spring and I went to get said young gelding. His new price was $1,500, not the $1,000 previously agreed upon! *sigh* But she was supposed to be a friend, so I (grudgingly, but without fussing) paid the extra $500, reasoning that a friendship must be worth $500, right? (Turns out that was wrong-o, but that’s another story entirely.) Anyway, I paid the new, raised price and took home this horse for my husband.
In 2009 I sent said horse out for training so hubby would be able to ride him. So now I have a $3,500 horse.
Hubby has never ridden him!
Meanwhile, this horse, for whatever reason, has never appealed to me. He’s big (much bigger than I would like), has legs like tree trunks (good thing) and is a very red sorrel with a flaxen mane and sorrel tail. The mane is short and the tail isn’t spectacular either, so (to me) he isn’t even particularly attractive. But he’s VERY calm! I have to give it to him on that score. Powerful? Oh, yeah. This boy has a lot of muscle. His size intimidates me, which is ridiculous. I could be mangled by a horse half his size.
So where does my story go from here?
I’m in Manitoba on Wild Pink Yonder when I get a message that the big red horse has been limping for a week. Had hubby take him to Edmonton Equine Veterinary Centre. Horse is SO lame he can’t use front right foot AT ALL! Many x-rays, ultrasounds and whatever else later, it comes to light that somehow big red horse got a 1″ chunk of horse hoof wall (his? someone else’s?) shoved down through the coronet band and alongside the INSIDE of HIS hoof wall! And his coffin bone is infected. (This is a HUGE — read expensive — problem.) *eyes rolling*
$2,500 later, I get to pick up the big red horse and take him home. He is now an almost $6,000 horse and his recovery is NOT guaranteed!
Every day, I have to give him 30 ml of antibiotic (IM) twice a day and bute twice a day until we have this thing fixed.
Being as I have put on so much weight (between foot surgery, pink pancakes, sausages and smorgs every day for 45 days), I can no longer even consider riding either of my Paso Finos. Looks like, once he’s (hopefully) fixed, I’ll be riding a big red horse from here on in!
$6,000. Maybe he’ll grow on me.