Join Date: Apr 2012
Location: west palm beach, fl
I was at a barn for years when I was younger that was perfect. Everybody was helpful, we had bbqs just to hang out, the drama was minimal and the horses were fat and happy. Then our trainer decided to move, and we all went with her to this huge concrete prison looking stable that was so expensive it turned my parents off to horses forever. Within a week of being there, our tight group of friends had scattered and become cliquey and began a total social war. It ended in me selling my horse and not riding for two years, another girl being asked to leave for her attitude, one of the parents sued the BO and I'll never do full board again. It was a horrible experience that all could have been avoided.
The barn that I'm at now has movie night every friday, A monthly fun show for the whole neighborhood to ride in, and there's always a caravan of trailers headed to some park or another, Everybody's part board and helps each other out. When I first moved there, and my partner wasn't feeding my horse, they threw her hay every night until my partner left. Then they came to ask me what had really been going on. They had only met me twice, and they had my horses back, which means a lot to me.
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