
Here's the link for all of you who don't wish to obey Christy and keep your opinions to yourself!
Hey, Christy? Your parents are irresponsible fuckwits and from the sound of you, you're no better. TWENTY SEVEN HORSES did NOT JUST APPEAR. They were not dropped into your parents' backyard by terrorists! Surely SOMEONE had a clue that they did not have time or knowledge to work with horses BEFORE there were twenty seven! Do you even know which studs fathered the weanlings? Have any of these horses ever been near a trailer? How the hell are you going to sell them? Maybe the ad should read "bring your tranq dart gun!"??? And now they have to be gone by January? And "some" are registered but some aren't? Let me guess...the older ones are registered, the ones who just, whoopsy, happened while your selfish, idiot, bottom-feeder parents owned them aren't registered? How close did I come? Right on target, I'm guessing!
How DARE you tell people to keep their opinions to themselves. You know who is getting those horses next weekend? THE MEAT MAN. Those "pets" are going to die in a Canadian slaughterhouse and it's YOUR PARENTS' FAULT because THEY SUCK. They collected 27 horses, did nothing with them, and now they are on a "mission" to get rid of them?
Are you ashamed of yourselves at all?
Do you even care?
Did any of you stop to think how this situation was going to turn out? Did you think that maybe the Training Fairy was going to visit overnight and break out those horses so they could be good for something? Or maybe you were waiting for a visit from the Gelding Fairy! Or maybe you're just so goddamn stupid that you liked watching the pretty Ay-rabs run around behind the house and did not care if more were born, at least until the price of hay went up.
I see this daily and I never get any less angry about it. As far as I'm concerned, Christy's parents need to be tied to a chair and be forced to watch as those horses are slaughtered. Maybe then they'd "know what the situation is," because right now all I see from that ad is more delusion that somehow there are "good homes" for twenty seven Arabs that are wild as March hares. Lalala, this nice man came and bought them all, lalala, he said he would sell them to children, lalala, I am sure they will love that, lalala, he had a really big trailer so I'm sure it's a good home...
*head explodes*