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Horse people are fucking INSANE
May. 22nd, 2017 12:25 pmso you guys know those photos of me being cuddled by the big bay horse, Maverick? Well his owner is Eve, and she has been in and out of hospital for the whole time I have been there. She has always asked me to check over her horses and give them a little love when she is in as she misses them etc. Hence the photos;I take them for her to see the horses are well etc.
Well no fucking more.
I got a msg on Saturday evening. Eve saying her horses don't come to her any more and that they are restless and weird in the top yard and she feels like they have lost their bond to her. Um ok. Well, that's probably because a. they don't see her for weeks and weeks at a time and b. they are not handled much so they've gotten pushy and she's too nervous with her back injury to snap them back into their place and c. she has a VERY inexperienced guy looking after them for her who lets them roam halter free into the yard for feeding and then just lets them go again.
But nope, the EQUINE COMMUNICATOR she consulted with told her they are confused and don't know who their person is anymore. She EQ says they are "unbalanced by the various energies around them" and that their "hearts are in free-fall".
Uhh....o-kaaaaaay. Personally I think "animal communicators" are a bunch of rip off merchants who are simply skilled at reading what PEOPLE want to hear and tell them so, while reading the animals body language to work out pain or fear triggers. Absolute charlatans so the woo-woo crowd go all gushy woo-woo over single origin vegan humanely-harvested Himalayan soy lattes with their hipster fuckwit friends, but ok whatever floats your boat.
So she's said can you please stop petting the horses and giving them attention BUT I still want you to check them over and take photos for me.
What.
The.
Actual.
FUCK.
One, how the hell am I supposed to safely check over two over-rugged(URGH! DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THE FUCKING RUGS!!!!!!!!!!!)horses without touching the horses, talking to the horses, or interacting with the horses? And two, who are you to tell me you want photos as often as possible. I am not like Gav, her little fuck-slave who is currently caring for the horses, to be yelled at, directed, nor TOLD to take photos. Further, I was checking her horses out of friendship.
Forget it. I go down now to care for Desi and fuck the rest of them.
EVERY SINGLE FUCKING HORSE PERSON IN FUCKING MELBOURNE IS FUCKING INSANE! Every single one I have met. Start off semi-normal, swiftly descend into lunatics.
She posts shit on FB about omg rainbow fluffy horsey-puffs soul bonded to an unshatterable level with us rough tough super awesome wowzer horse women with fucking fairy wings and spurs while dealing with the amazing mental health issues we have, but doesn't spend any freakin' time with her horses, and wonders why this OOOOOOO MAGICKAL BOND is not there.
Fuck me...
Well no fucking more.
I got a msg on Saturday evening. Eve saying her horses don't come to her any more and that they are restless and weird in the top yard and she feels like they have lost their bond to her. Um ok. Well, that's probably because a. they don't see her for weeks and weeks at a time and b. they are not handled much so they've gotten pushy and she's too nervous with her back injury to snap them back into their place and c. she has a VERY inexperienced guy looking after them for her who lets them roam halter free into the yard for feeding and then just lets them go again.
But nope, the EQUINE COMMUNICATOR she consulted with told her they are confused and don't know who their person is anymore. She EQ says they are "unbalanced by the various energies around them" and that their "hearts are in free-fall".
Uhh....o-kaaaaaay. Personally I think "animal communicators" are a bunch of rip off merchants who are simply skilled at reading what PEOPLE want to hear and tell them so, while reading the animals body language to work out pain or fear triggers. Absolute charlatans so the woo-woo crowd go all gushy woo-woo over single origin vegan humanely-harvested Himalayan soy lattes with their hipster fuckwit friends, but ok whatever floats your boat.
So she's said can you please stop petting the horses and giving them attention BUT I still want you to check them over and take photos for me.
What.
The.
Actual.
FUCK.
One, how the hell am I supposed to safely check over two over-rugged(URGH! DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THE FUCKING RUGS!!!!!!!!!!!)horses without touching the horses, talking to the horses, or interacting with the horses? And two, who are you to tell me you want photos as often as possible. I am not like Gav, her little fuck-slave who is currently caring for the horses, to be yelled at, directed, nor TOLD to take photos. Further, I was checking her horses out of friendship.
Forget it. I go down now to care for Desi and fuck the rest of them.
EVERY SINGLE FUCKING HORSE PERSON IN FUCKING MELBOURNE IS FUCKING INSANE! Every single one I have met. Start off semi-normal, swiftly descend into lunatics.
She posts shit on FB about omg rainbow fluffy horsey-puffs soul bonded to an unshatterable level with us rough tough super awesome wowzer horse women with fucking fairy wings and spurs while dealing with the amazing mental health issues we have, but doesn't spend any freakin' time with her horses, and wonders why this OOOOOOO MAGICKAL BOND is not there.
Fuck me...
