To think you sold him years ago (horse) so no you cant come visit him

[BlueEyesWhiteDragon]

I bought a(nother) horse last summer from a local dealer as I've lost confidence riding for various reasons and my mare is a bit crazy spirited and I wanted something quiet and ploddy. Hes perfect for this.

About 6 months ago a previous owner of his (from 4 years ago) discovered I had him and keeps getting in touch to ask how he is, can she come visit, do I want to sell him? I've pandered to the first one by replying occasionally and said no to the latter 2 several times but perhaps not bluntly enough.

I've just had a text message tonight saying

Hi Dragon. You haven't replied to my message last night. Hope everythings OK and you are well? How is T doing? Im passing your way on Wednesday and thought Id pop in and visit him with C and give him some carrots but I need the address else i'll just be driving round aimlessly! Speak soon A xxx

As far as I can tell the history of T is
A owned him from 6 months to 9 years. He was then sold to B with the proviso that they would keep in touch. B sold him 2 years later to Dealer 1 who sold him to person C. 12 months later C sold him to a Dealer 2. Dealer 2 sold him to D who had him just under 6 months before falling off him and so returned him in a part ex for something smaller. I then bought him.
When B sold him to the first dealer A posted on a facebook group to try and track him down. C responded to say she had him and they have been facebook friends since and A went to visit T a couple of times. A was offered him back when C sold him but couldn't afford him. When the second dealer sold him they obviously refused to share details on where he went due to GDPR so A has been posting on facebook groups since then trying to track him down. A girl who used to help me with them saw a post and said she thought he was with me and gave my email address. I received a long email saying how they regretted selling him, about how hed been to loads of homes since them and they just wanted to know he was OK. I responded with some photos through whatsapp, said he was fine and that he had a home for life with me.

Since that original email on 7th October I have had 104 messages asking about him! At one point I blocked her because I had enough but she was posting all over facebook asking for info because I had disappeared and sent letters to the horses passport office asking them to forward them onto me which they did so I unblocked her.

I am at the end of my tether. I dont want the hassle of a previous owner keeping in touch with me. I didnt agree to keep in touch and in fact the dealer never mentioned it. She sold him 4 years ago. I appreciate she loves him and regrets selling him, but thats tough shit isnt it? Hes been to loads of people before me. Its unfortunate that they seem to be local enough to visit. Im debating saying ive sold him just so shell leave me alone but then shell be back all over facbook hunting for him.

AIBU to say no hes mine now. Ive let you know hes OK. If anything happens or changes Ill let you know but Id prefer you not to visit?

Nope no updates .. she's not replied, not even to acknowledge the message. I admit to being unsure how I feel about this!

Shitlands are the worst. I'll have to put some pics of my pair on here. They look cute but they are the worst. The actual worst. Mine are doubly terribly because they are miniature ones so not even a sensible height (think they 29inches and 31inches to the wither). My dogs almost as tall ......

Surely you mean neigh updates op?

@Easterbunnygettingready

Surely you mean neigh updates op?

Boom!

mistress how exciting - is anyone else thinking this may in fact have been a ghostly visit from one of the loved but now gone horses mentioned here (perhaps ‘fat and grumpy’ mentioned way up thread who I particularly like).

I live in very central london. Police horses come down my quiet road once a week. I have nearly done myself an injury getting to the window when I hear them too.

As for horse names I did hear of one called Topless, so at events it would have been "here comes Jane Smith riding Topless"....

Hopefully your message will be an end to it all but I would be very wary as she was so full on, keep your guard up and advise all your friends, colleagues to not share any of your details or pictures of you and the horse with bonkers previous owner.

@BlueEyesWhiteDragon

Nope no updates .. she's not replied, not even to acknowledge the message. I admit to being unsure how I feel about this!

Shitlands are the worst. I'll have to put some pics of my pair on here. They look cute but they are the worst. The actual worst. Mine are doubly terribly because they are miniature ones so not even a sensible height (think they 29inches and 31inches to the wither). My dogs almost as tall ......

@BlueEyesWhiteDragon Shitlands, are you on the SEU Facebook page by any chance? If not please ignore me 😂

@BlueEyesWhiteDragon

Nope no updates .. she's not replied, not even to acknowledge the message. I admit to being unsure how I feel about this!

Shitlands are the worst. I'll have to put some pics of my pair on here. They look cute but they are the worst. The actual worst. Mine are doubly terribly because they are miniature ones so not even a sensible height (think they 29inches and 31inches to the wither). My dogs almost as tall ......

Can I be terribly cheeky and ask what you ended up sending her?!

I don't know why I'm so invested in this. I love CF threads though! Thanks for update. :)

SEU rock! #patchtwat

#patchytwat even 😑

Do not let her visit him. Don’t let her know where you live.

@Stickytreacle

As for horse names I did hear of one called Topless, so at events it would have been "here comes Jane Smith riding Topless"....

There used to be an eventer (I cannot recall if it was amateur or world class level) called 'Freddy Fudpucker'.

That used to be fun for the commentators.

I used to know a showjumper who had her horses name refused by the BSJA . She called him Shy Ted. And he was ...

Aww the best stories my mum tells are of their Shetland Back in the 60’s he was naughty haha 😆

I learnt to ride on one and it was a shock when I rode a horse and it behaved.

The second worst injury I got horse riding was from a Shitland bolting and going under a fixed post fence.

Bastarding shit.

Worst was from an ex racer who decided to flip over the same post fence and land on me.

(Ahem. I don't ride much anymore, but would love a snoozy Icelandic pony I think more than anything in the world).

Ah, love an Icelandic tolt, so comfy!

When my daughter was learning to ride, the instructor at her riding school had a rule that all beginners got the shitland.

Once they’d fallen off it a few times (and falling off was pretty much guaranteed) they’d know if riding was really for them.

We had a pair at our yard for a while. They were escape artists with small man syndrome.

My OAP was terrified of them and they always made a beeline for her stable. My 15.2h, fat boss of the herd cob cowering in the corner of her stable while they helped themselves to her hay net.

@CongealedCrags

SchadenfreudePersonified And you have to call it Dorsey Shitlands. Or if it refuses to be renamed, call the stable/track area/six grand shelter Dorsey Shitlands.

I will be sure to do this Crags

I can see the little bugger in my mind's eye already - a bitey little Shetland - skewbald - with a tendency to kick and a passion for maltesers. Dorsey (aka "that BUGGER!") will pretend to be dead until his victim is within hoof range, and then will kick out viciously before galloping off, neighing wildly in a satisfied manner. His eyes will roll. He will obviously be laughing!

At other times he will suck in his ribs, looking very forlorn and starved. Foolish mortals will say "Oh - look at that poor little horse! He's so hungry! Rupert - are there any anchovy sandwiches left?" He will then take a huge bite of sandwich, spitting out the bread and anchovies and just eating the fingers. It will be their own fault, because I will have a huge sign saying "PLEASE DO NOT FEED THIS PONY! HE IS A GREEDY BUGGER AND HE BITES! ALSO HE WILL LAUGH AT YOU." and they have ignored it.

The farrier will require the help of three strong lads to shoe him before declaring that he's buggered if he's going anywhere near the little barsteward again. Ever. The vet will will refuse t enter the same hemisphere.

I will decide I've had enough of him. He is too spiteful to pass on to even the nastiest child, so it's the glue factory for him! I will summon the knacker . . .

. . .that morning, as I go to give him his very last bucket of mash (Is that right - do they eat something called "mash"? I seem to remember it from the "Jill" series when I was a child) he will lean his head against me. Obviously, I'll flinch in terror. Then he'll whicker gently at me and nuzzle me tenderly with his big soft rubbery horse lips. My heart will melt . . . he's changed. He finally knows that he can trust us and has come to love us unreservedly . . . he blows snotty horse nostril air at me and leans his tiny body against my leg . . .

I'll cancel the knacker and announce the good news to the family.

We will all go out with carrot chunks and polo mints. He'll delightedly eat them and frolic playfully across his track grazing . We'll all say "Aaaaaaah!"

That evening he will bite a lump out of me when I take him his supper. The whole sorry saga will start again, and will repeat itself for the next 35 years.

Lol at the shitlands! My bossy mare was oystedby a herd of sheep, about fifty of the beggars would squish into her stable and go through her hay like a plague of locusts. The first drop of rain and they'd all race to the stable. I've always felt quite sorry for outdoor sheep since!

@Stickytreacle

As for horse names I did hear of one called Topless, so at events it would have been "here comes Jane Smith riding Topless"....

We have great fun in racing with the horse names! There are strict rules about the naming of racehorses in the UK (can’t be offensive, can’t be named after a real person unless you have that person’s permission or that of their estate). However people do like to test the rules to see what they can get through. Three notable ones to slip through the net were:

Mary Hinge
Wearthefoxhat
Norfolk n’ Chance

The rules are not as tight in other countries, hence why their was a racehorse registered in France a few years ago called Big Tits

@SchadenfreudePersonified That is an excellent description of almost every single Shetland I've ever known. The exception to the rule had a nicer personality but the little bugger still kicked me square in the kneecap on one occasion.

[quote BrightYellowDaffodil]@SchadenfreudePersonified That is an excellent description of almost every single Shetland I've ever known. The exception to the rule had a nicer personality but the little bugger still kicked me square in the kneecap on one occasion.[/quote]
I must have a Gift . . .

I’d think about selling him back. This person clearly has an emotional attachment to the horse and regrets selling him and has been trying to track him down.

Perhaps you could agree a price that would enable you to buy a similar horse with a bit of profit left over for a holiday or something?

@WoolieLiberal the OP has already said that the woman cannot afford to buy him back at market rate so she wouldn’t be able to replace him OR have a nice little holiday.

It doesn’t give you closure op, that must be annoying. But try and think of it as a good thing.