Venting

Yesterday I received a request to join a Pro-Horse Slaughter group on Facebook. I was sickened by the thought. I realize that everyone has their own opinion on the situation. But let me tell you, of the 13 horses standing out in the pasture right now, 10 of them would have been slaughtered or at minimum put into the auction circuit to end their fate at a slaughterhouse. I think that's a sign I am completely Anti-Horse Slaughter.

I guess that request really got me riled. I know everyone is allowed their opinion but I sometimes feel like where Borderlands is located at is total backwaters country. It's rather frustrating. I don't know that there will ever be a way to educate those that do not want to be educated.

I just feel like I should be doing more but at this very moment, I don't know how. I am trying to have a life outside of the rescue but how do you plan a life outside of rescue when that's all you want to do? There is such a need at yet I don't know how to properly fill that need.

Perhaps I'm just jadded by bad people. I know there are many good people out there but it's so hard to tell who is who. The person who sent me the request, I thought was a good, kind hearted person. I guess I should have known better. Stupid is as stupid does. She's the same individual who wouldn't keep the horn bags on the horn and instead insisted on tying them to the back of the saddle with a four foot piece of twine. Inevitably that saddle bag slipped and scared the holy crap out of the horse. She obviously wasn't worried about the consequences of hurting the horse, other horses, or riders.

Maybe it's just cabin fever. Maybe it's the pressure of winter and all the snow and cold temps. Maybe it's just me. All I know is that I really need to figure out how to educate those that want to learn.

Sorry, I really don't want to vent on this blog. But today I just had to get that bit off my chest.
Thanks for being patient with me.