Last Thursday, I got a call from Bruno, the father of one of my riding students. A friend wanted to give him a horse. Bruno felt he could not afford the upkeep on a horse at this time. But the horse's feet were 'very bad' and the horse was very sweet - 'like a puppy'.
I said "No, I can not take on any more horses"
So on Saturday, they brought video of the horse - standing in his corral - with kind eyes and HORRIBLE hind feet. The kind that make you cringe. or cry.
"Alright, yes, I will take him. I can probably go pick him up on Tuesday" I caved.
Bruno called on Monday morning saying the man was unwilliing to sign any documents. He didn't want his name attached to the horse. I could understand that. This was prosecutable neglect - he didn't want to give up the hrose and then have Animal control show up at his door. "Sorry, No deal, then." I was insistant.
I went into town to meet with a friend - half way there, I got a call from Jack "Some Guy is here trying to drop off a horse". OMG - Bruno must have gotten the letter and then Immediately hauled the horse away! "Stick him in an empty stall, I will take care of him when I get home in about an hour. And make sure you get a bill of sale!"
Soon after, I got a call from Jack. "How soon can a farrier get her? This horse has the worst feet I have ever seen!" "Well, now you know why I gave in and took this horse in".
After lunch and running some errands, I got home and met this new horse. He came with the name "mustache" which I felt needed immediate changing. I gave Jack the honor of picking a new name.
I was horrified at the feet - the photos just don't do them justice. As well, this poor horse was covered in Mud. It rained a Month ago, and he literally had balls of mud hanging off his belly.
He IS friendly, easy to catch and his bones appear straight. He is eager to eat and gets along with the other horses. His eyes are bright and there is no sign of health issues - besides those feet.
Jack suggested that we rake the mud of Chief. Jack selected that name since 'he looks like an indian horse'. Good enough for me! I am calling him Chief funny foot for now! With Jack offering LOTS of horse cookies, I scraped and curried and brushed until all the mud and a lot of winter coat was laying on the ground.
So, I grabbed my farrier tools, and Jack got the hack saw. And we started to work.
Progress is slow with rescues. You learn patience. You learn to never let go of hope. But I an not sure I will ever learn to forgive the people who did this to a nice horse. I give them credit for giving the horse away in the end - but why didn't they do this 6 months ago.
I will let God and Kharma sort through that. I will just do the clean up work. And thank you to Bruno for being Chief's angel and MAKING me take him. And thank you Jack, for supporting me in this insanity.