So I am not from a horse family. Well, my dad had ponies when he was a boy, but I wasn't born and raised on the back of a horse (as dad likes to claim he was *rolls eyes*). We've had cows and sheep and all other manner of livestock, but we didn't get our first pony until I was 5, and my sister was 9 (I'd dislocated my shoulder on him within a week, but that's a story for another time) and I was afraid of horses for a year after. But-obviously-I got over it.
Last January I started taking riding lessons, and this past summer we just purchased a riding horse of my own. Of course, my sister (who is now a college student and is living on her own with her boyfriend) was jealous, so she went out, and what did she do but buy an unbroken then-yearling filly. I asked her why in the world would she, an inexperienced rider (she's never had lessons or been on a horse apart from our old pony) buy a filly that she wouldn't even be able to ride for another 3 years, and even then would still be young and green? And she just said "because I couldn't afford anything else". I-was-speechless. I didn't even try and tell her that a good, broke horse that's going to take care of you and that you can ride anywhere is worth its weight in gold. Well, life went on-what could I do, it wasn't my money that bought her.
So for the first few months or so, the filly stayed at my sis' boyfriend's parents. They're somewhat a horse family-they've got a few, but don't really do much with them. In the meantime, I worked hard and with dedication. I took every opportunity I got to learn and increase my knowledge and get riding lessons and anything I could do to be a better horseperson. Now I'm to the point where I'm not a totally competent (or totally confident) rider, but I sure as hell know how to handle my horse, and I know how to keep myself safe and get respect from her. I make the time to at least walk her every day, and she's totally respectful and obedient.
Eventually my sister decided she'd had enough with her boyfriend's family, for a few reasons. 1) The story is that this filly had slipped on ice, and now her back legs are horribly scarred and sometimes even still tender, and I don't know if those scars will ever go away. 2) It looked like she had worms when she came to our place and she was covered in those bug eggs or whatever horses develop on their coats (you know? the little white spots on their coats) 3) Obviously they were not handling her well. My sister always said that she was crazy and always bucked and ran and misbehaved at the bf's place, and she came here and was totally quiet-like, she stood quietly as I held her and dad's big roaring truck drove by. ANYWAYS, she brought the filly here. And here's the part that really gets to me: my sister and her boyfriend haven't been over to see this horse more than twice since January, and now my sister is AFRAID OF HER. AFRAID OF HER! She's a skinny, 2 year old filly! What are you afraid of? When my sister walks her, this filly is pushy and spooky and I don't even know what else, and then (not trying to brag, this is just fact) I take her, give her a few smacks when she tries to pull **** with me, and she's walking quietly at my shoulder, head down.
It just really bugs me that my sister bought a nice little horse (the filly can be headstrong and dominant, but when you show her you mean business she really is well-behaved) that she has no intention of doing anything with just to spite me. Her boyfriend is convinced he can break her, but...well, just because you can handle horses-poorly- and have ridden before does not mean you can train them. So as well as standing in our barn, burning hay and taking up room that could be occupied by another good, broke horse that I can put friends on and trail ride with, she's probably going to be ruined when these teenagers do try to break her. It really bugs me. I try not to get involved, because it's not my horse, and I don't want to butt in and seem like a b****y know-it-all (because I don't know it all), but I really hate the fact that we have a useless horse just standing in our barn (as well as my dad's horses, who rarely do anything either).
If you actually read all that, thank you for listening. I don't know what I want-I suppose suggestions on how to handle the whole thing would be appreciated, but really I just needed to get it off my chest.