I sort of unintentionally met Patrick Dempsey. I was looking at his car in the paddock at the Grand Prix yesterday, when one of the guys on his team whispered "Turn around." So I did, and there he was standing behind me. He's a pretty attractive guy, lol.
Yep. I would die. I would look at him and not be able to form words.
I've always believed that the neighbor is running less of a rescue and it is more of a hoarding situation. Before we actually closed on the property, my MIL and I went down to the barn to talk to the people. One of the volunteers proudly told us that the girl who runs the rescue is so worried that the horses will fall into bad hands again that she never adopts any of them out. Well, she might if she
really knows the person, but otherwise the horses stay there for life.
The 'rescue' has a FB page that I follow and they were explaining that it costs some ridiculously high amount per month, per horse. I've owned horses before, I know they are expensive, but they are NOT that expensive. Plus, they do lease several out to 4H kids, do lessons, trailer out to do pony rides, etc. So the horses are bringing in money. For these reasons, I have stayed far away from the situation.
Last week, we had people out re-doing the barn and the lady that manages the property next to us stopped by and started venting to Ben about the rescue. The rescue leases the land, I'm sure very cheaply for tax write of reasons, and the property manager is tired of them. They were suppose to be putting in shelters for the horses. They claim to have nearly 42, but she believes that there are A LOT more. She felt they were not using enough bedding in the stalls, so the place always smelled like horse urine. And, she also felt that they were hoarders, not a rescue. And that the local humane society no longer uses them when they have horses because they have too many. SO, they are in the process of finding a new home.
I'm pretty excited to see what comes in next. One of the people interested in the property is a tack store. I told Ben I would quit my job in a heart beat and work at a tack store. I'd take a major pay cut to walk across the driveway to my job and be allowed to play with leather all day. But, I just hope whoever gets it next is nice and fun.