Troubled times for MyveryownJac. My husband is not into horses. As a matter of fact, he absolutely dislikes horses, hates horsey people and thinks the whole thing is just a vast waste of time and money. He sees with a very bad eye any horse related venture. Needless to say it’s a major motive of disagreement between us. To make it worse, it’s about our only cause for trouble. We otherwise have a pretty unlikely peaceful and happy marriage. Today’s quarrel was pretty much the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m miserable when I can’t get to see my horse, but I’m even way more miserable when my husband treats me harshly, which happened today. If that means I have to part with my lifelong dream of owning and working a registered and beautiful and talented registered American breed horse, well, let it be.
So Dandy is threading through *very* muddy waters right now, tempted as I am to just call it quits and advertising for sale
It’s hard when you’ve worked this hard to bond with an animal, and succeeded, too. It’s not me I’m concerned with, I’ve been heartbroken before, I’ll live. But finding the proper buyer for him, making sure someone will respect him as much as I have, that is the hard part. The scary part. And what if he finds a good family but those folks at some point hit rough times, and part with him, too. What then ?
He’s my boy, my guy, my buddy. I feel like I’m letting him down. People give sound and friendly and useful advice, but no one is in my shoes, it’s my decision, my responsability, my heartache. I’m not putting him for sale right now, but some of my friends in the industry are keeping an eye open for a good home. Should a really great one line up, I’d let him go. Sad, sad times.