Weirdest Horse Shopping Experience Ever!
I've been casually horse shopping on and off for the last year or so after putting my little mare down. I'd like to have my next horse lined up for after I have to retire the old mare and there has been one horse that caught my eye locally. She's been advertised as an imported Hanoverian former Grand Prix mare that jumped six foot but needs to step back down to no more than 3'6" but really loves dressage. She also needs to be a one owner horse. For $2,200 on one ad and $1,500 on the other. Sounds like a potential good deal says I.
I called about her last week and we set up a time for me to see her this morning. Over this last week, I've been researching and what I've found out about the mare is interesting. She is NOT imported. I have spoken to her breeder and she was bred in the midwest. She is well bred - her sire showed in two olympic games and medaled in both. But, this mare was born with a club foot and had check ligament surgery so never went through the inspection process due to it. She was sold to a BNT who then went onto sell her to a girl who showed her in Children's hunters and pre-greens in Wellington. This proved to be too much for the mare and she was unsound more than she was sound and eventually was given away to a groom at the barn.
The groom wanted to breed her and had her with a veterinarian and all attempts to get her to take were unsuccessful. The groom racked up quite a tab with the vet and eventually left the mare with the vet and walked away. The vet kept her for a little while and had her registered in her name. I confirmed with the AHS registry that the veterinarian is still the registered owner.
When I got there today I let the lady talk and asked questions about how she came to acquire her. Apparently, the vet who she's still registered to had her with a barn in Florida where the lady got her for $5000, which she felt was a steal of a deal in a barn full of $45,000+ horses. She brought her up north and now realizes that she's not a good enough rider for the horse.
The horse I saw today looks sad. She's thin, has a huge calcification on her knee and her joints were all stiff. She's been in a stall for days due to horrendous rain we're having and she's the only horse in a dark, windowless bank barn. :no:
I looked at the woman and said "I'll be 100% honest with you, in the last week I've done quite a bit of research on her and whoever sold her to you as an imported former grand prix horse took you. I spoke to her breeder, she was born in the midwest and has quite an interesting history." To which I was told "This conversation is over. You need to leave and if you don't, I'm calling the police."
I was, and still am, a bit flabberghasted. Even in her sorry state, my bleeding heart might have offered her a soft place to land if she needed it even if it set me back some cash. The thought of this arthritic, skinny mare in her late teens being subjected to jumping 3'6" just breaks my heart. I don't get people sometimes.