...but I want out of horses.
I don't enjoy it anymore it seems. It's so much work to be ever so lacking in rewards. I went to my first APHA show and rode the CRAP out of Cowboy the first day to try and get him from being a jerk. The day of our classes, he warmed up perfectly and as soon as we were under the judge's eyes - he just freaking decided to be a mule. So, instead of expending $28 on two more classes each - I scratched. I thought this horse and I had a bond, but I guess that's just roses, glitter and fairy tales. I haven't quite decided what I'm going to do with him yet. I had someone who knew his sire very well tell me I needed to be on him an hour before the class and just working him and working him, before I informed them "I was on him an hour and a half before that class ever showed signs of starting."
The miniatures were my mom's deal and I'm the only one who ever works them, clips them, gets them ready for show. It's crap! We HAD a futurity tomorrow, but since she never bought a pair of actual body clippers I'm struggling to tear through pony coats with an A5. I walked in twenty minutes ago and told her to forget about it - I wasn't going. I'm sick of being the only one getting HER HORSES ready while she's in here playing farmville/frontierville/doucheland whatever. I love Viking to death, he's an awesome mini and the only one I want to keep. The rest can go or she can take care of them.
I'm absolutely tired of this. All of it.