Hmm.... where to start.
I think I need to change my title back to "horse crazed".... it seems that I might have jinxed myself by pretending that I might not be as completely and totally obsessed as I once was.
What the hell is it with horses anyways? Seriously. Why do I resist it? I want to be normal. I want to spend my money on traveling, my home, my wardrobe, shoes, luxurious dinners, trips to the spa... I really do have other passions. But horses! The bloody useless hairy beasts! It's always freakin' horses that pull me back in time and time again.
So... it's a maybe but a pretty good chance that by this time next month I might have bought a new horse. It's a safe bet. But I am hesitating. Why?
$ for ferrier
$ for board
$ for vet
$ for new boots, blankets, pads, supplements etc. etc. etc.
Get this, I havent paid a horse bill in 20 months. Not a single one. Well... maybe just a tiny itty bitty one. I bought a halter because it was pretty, a soft pale pink, and a good brand on sale for $10. I couldnt resist. I took a handful of lessons and paid $200 for a lease. So whoopty doo! I've spent less money on horses in the past year and half than I usually spent in a week. I want another horse but having been out of the game so long I fear those blinders that keep horse people from realizing the total cost of horses have fallen off and the dollars and cents of it all is slightly terrifying.
I think horse people desensitize themselves to the true cost of horse ownership. Boarding and feed are just the beginning. Getting a horse shod these days costs at minimum $180. So a few grand a year there. A bottle of fly spray here, a tube of ointment there. Shots, teeth floats, maybe a new saddle pad, a trip to the chiro.... Blankets, fly sheets, coolers, the list goes on an on and it all adds up. And that's just your keep. You still gotta use the bloody thing. So then you think about hauling, entry fees, gas to and from the barn, lessons. And then soundness issues. Oh! Oh! Oh! The soundness issues! And only the best kind will do.... I especially love those sneaky bastardly types that pop up like mushrooms and only magically disappear once you've spent a fortune trying to get it diagnosed.
*gasps for breath*
Ok ok... I'll stop.
I really do want a horse. Really.
I'm just sayin' is all.