But wait, let's talk about the phone conversation I had with his owner first. I jotted down some of what she told me.
She's on disability and can't take care of the horses.
It's difficult because she has other people taking care of them, and it's hard to find people willing to take care of your 4 horses for you, but she used to have 7, went down to 2, then rescued these 2 because she felt bad for them.
She feeds a 'complete feed' so it doesn't matter when she runs out of hay.
She's had the horse 2 months and put weight on him.
She's had animal control called on her multiple times for neglect.
Horse is kept next door to the parish animal shelter.
She got him a cribbing muzzle because he was destroying the stall.
Muzzle has rubbed his face.
He only cribs when he doesn't have hay.
Her stalls are in terrible shape and she doesn't want anyone to see them.
She can't get another load of shavings because her son put rims on her truck and now it can't pull that trailer.
She spoke some about the buckles, etc. that she's won.
Sounds like a perfectly reasonable person, right? I've left my comments off the above list, I really think they stand on their own.
So I arrange to go out there, and decide I'll google her first. Find her myspace, which had recent updates. All of which were along the lines of bitch/ho best be minding her own man/business/etc. Ooooh. Hooray. I'll admit she was nowhere near that bad on the phone, but I still wasn't exactly surprised at how she presented herself online.
But hey, I managed a store on Bourbon street for 3 years. I can handle talking to just about anyone and they'll never know how I really feel about them.
By this point, I'd seen enough red flags that I was suspecting the horse would look even worse IRL than he did in the craigslist pictures. I arranged to go see him the next day.
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