Less whining, more doing
|February 29, 2012||Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized|
So, this may surprise you, considering the wailing and feet stomping that went on in the last post, but out of all that drama did come an idea – contact some horse people I know in the area (like my FFA advisor from high school that runs a polo club here in town) and get their recommendation.
There’s a ton of private boarding stables that don’t advertise because they operate only a small number of horses placed there on recommendation.
So, as you might imagine, the stress over this issue is real, but probably magnified by the fact I have a test on Friday. It’s so frustrating to know what your horse needs, but not be able to provide it.
In some ways, I don’t blame people for not feeding grass hay – it’s hard to get, especially in large quantities. The feed store I’m buying from currently has a 5 bale limit on any one trip because they are running very low and don’t expect to get another load in until spring because of the weather. Alfalfa is very easy to get here. It’s not the super rich stuff with lots of leaf – looks more like a grassy alfalfa mix you see in other parts of the country. I’ll post an analysis on the Ca in an “average” (if there’s any such thing) load of alfalfa versus grass that I had done when Farley tyed up so you can see some of the numbers.
I’m still frustrated over how hard it is to get the 3 things I want – 2 of which I consider basic needs of a horse, and 1 which is entirely selfish – somewhere to get off the property and ride – even if it’s along side a road.
Off to drink a glass of wine, perhaps shed a tear at the unfairness of it all, and continue studying.
PS. This is not blogging. Blogs are entertaining, or at least informative. This is more of a chronicle of the emotional break down of a vet student and wannabe endurance rider.
PPS. Why do I still feel like crying over the hopeless of it all. It’s not like Farley is in danger of keeling over any minute and I CAN stay at my parents ’til June. Seriously. Get a grip on yourself.
PPPS. Being adult sucks. Where’s my chocolate and wine? And why did I chose TODAY to start my primal 30 day challenge? Oh that’s right – as a vet student you sit on your ass all day and you can’t afford to buy new clothes so you can’t gain any more weight. Especially with the 45 dollar parking ticket you got.
PPPPS. I did find a place that is an hour away that offers pasture and 50/50 grass alfalfa. It’s $350/month.
PPPPPS. I long for the days when I was an oblivious newbie endurance rider who didn’t have a clue how important the type of hay or living situation was and COULD go back to doing things the way “everyone else” does in the area. (and don’t forget – they’ve done it for 20 years without an issue and therefore everything must be hunky-dory….
PPPPPPS. Regarding the above comment. I’m not bitter or anything. Really.
Comment away and I SWEAR not to go all psycho in the comments. Maybe.