I.C.B.P.A.R.T.B.S. part two
I said this will be come regular. I cut for the sake of people not necessarily wanting my ranting all over their friends page.
Yet another tale of the wonderful parenting practiced by some people
Friday, horse day!
The horse I ride and her companion are housed by a Rudolph Steiner school, however the field they are in and our schooling field are not part of the school. Private property, and some people would be better remembring this.
I am happily schooling Juni, she is for once behaving like the lady she could be all the time. More often that not I have to kick and pull her mouth to bits to make her listen to me, not today! She is responding to purely voice comands to change speed and slight pressure to her side to steer. It's a nice day, life is good.
We are going at Juni's "I'm in a good mood so I'm going to trot so our mane, tail and pony tail fly behind us because it's pretty" trot round the field, coming off a corner and she suddenly tries to dive into the hedge. This is one of her favourite things to do when she is playing up, so I go to give her a boot to the gut as she knows she is not to do this, but she comes back out by herself..... Curious..... I look behind me and see a kid about 4 or 5 years old standing right where Juni would have gone if she hadn't aimed at the hedge with his mother stood right there beside him looking annoyed. I bring Juni back round the field and stop to ask her if she had realised her child was on private property and had almost got trampled?
"I said he could go in and stroke the horse. I assumed you'd stop."
I hadn't seen the kid... Hell I shouldn't be looking for kids in the middle of the field. This woman had told her son to go and stand in the path of a speeding horse so he could pet it.... Juni is a 15.3 thoroughbred crossed with welsh cob/ goodness only knows/ brick shit house who stares down articulated lorries, not likely to be too worried about a kid being in her way if she isn't in the mood to move. She really is a sherman tank on four legs and quite happy to trample any and everything. I tell the woman it is polite and safer to ask before petting any animal you don't know, and suggest she teaches her brat that before he gets seriously hurt.
"Ok, Can Tarquin (I kid you not!) stroke your horse?" My reply? 'No he fucking can't' with that give Juni a squeeze with my knees. She is Pissy at being stopped so flys off in a shower of mud... Gods I love her when she is naturally dramatic! The woman drags her kid off up the the field Blossom is in to pet her instead. Within a minute of them getting there I hear the unmistakeable crack sound of someone touching the electric fence.... Yep, Tarquin has grabbed the fence and is now bawling his eyes out. Juni goes into rubber neck mode with me helplessly leaning on her neck killing myself laughing...... Yet another complaint from mummy dearest. "You could have told me the electric fence was on!" 'There is a sign warning you of the fact, it is a private field so you shouldn't have been in there and you can hear the fence clicking... tough shit.'
"Well tell me how to turn it off so I can pet the horse." 'You need the key that is in my pocket and I wouldn't go near Bloss with a screaming child, she doesn't like tham and bites' Actually you don't need a key, it's a simple switch on the bottom, but I wasn't kidding about Blossom biting. Tarquin gets dragged away. Juni goes in to 'Silly human, why can't she go away' trot then we decide it's time to go back to the field..... Good job really, I can't steer any more, my stomach hurts from laughing so much.
Honestly people round here don't deserve kids they really don't!