11/21/2025
To finish up the thought on horse slaughter; I support horse slaughter as a personal property rights issue.
If you buy a horse, that's your horse. The former owner can't tell you what to do with it.
You may eat your own horse here in the US. You may not slaughter a horse and sell the meat because the meat has not been inspected by the USDA.
Would *I* eat my own horse? That's complicated. I have many horses, whereas you're asking the question from a "horse mom" perspective.
A lot of us with multiple horses joke that we have ones "we would eat first".
Would *I* knowingly send my horse to slaughter? Probably not but only because I know that I have the means to process a horse at home if I wanted to. And believe me, if eating horse was more acceptable in the general population, there have been times I wish I could donate a horse to feed the needy.
But we're not talking about kill pens and slaughter houses.
We're talking about a decent horse auction that does it's best to sell a horse when someone brings them a horse.
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Because I had been living in a pressure cooker for so long, the long and the short of it is that I had to let some of the steam go.
Hopefully you've read the posts up to this point and can honestly say that you agree. I had a lot of plates in the air and I was keeping them up because I knew I could, but at what cost?
I'm really proud that we could afford to give our family and friends a piece of us thru the years but I came to a point where I needed to put my pieces back together for myself.
I have always believed that the horses I chose to take to the auction could be someone some day. I don't care if they ever go into a show ring. I just want them to be good citizens and make someone smile.
When we got to the auction it was high energy. I had 3 of the 4 at events in the past but for about a month before I loaded them up they had been living pretty feral as a group.
They had decent manners at the vet check. They did really well in the wash rack with other people and horses bustling around. They all even lunged well in the open arena.
One of them couldn't figure out the cement aisle. The first time I took them out for a walk they looked like Bambi on ice and kind of held a grudge for the rest of the weekend.
If nothing else, they were good Arabian ambassadors. A lot of people stopped to chat and pet them. One little girl who was walking with her mom pointed our way and said "Look mom! Are those Arabians?!" Her mom said she thought they were thoughobreds. ð Later on I tracked them down and gave them some Discovery Horse loot.
I spent a long time texting and chatting with the lady who ended up buying Shalimar. She knew she was going home with one but she couldn't decide.
She actually wanted to collude on a back alley deal but I told her I really want to stay in the good graces of the auction house.
Sure, there are ways we could have done it and only we would know but by this late in the game I just wanted to stick to the plan.
The day before the auction I met a young man out in the open arena. He rode decent, on his horse, so I asked him would he ride one of my greenies thru.
I throughly explained her training level and that I didn't get along with her or I would do it myself. I also suggested he take her to the covered pen.
But I was also very non-invasive to his process. I know how young men can be.
We go back to the stalls and he throws his saddle on the horse then takes her out to the open arena. My brain is exploding at this point because I was clear about what I expected out of the horse at her level and experience. All he really had to do, the next day, is w/t in a somewhat narrow run in front of the crowd. This really wasn't the time for "training" or being fancy.
While he rode the horse I talked to his grandpa. We have a lot of common friends. I also learned that the young man was in college. OK, cool.
I'm (painfully) watching the young man trying to ride my very green horse. He's leaning way over, the way you do on a broke horse that will try to stay under you. She didn't care. She was going straight and that was that. He starts pulling on her face, the snaffle is coming thru her mouth as she sets her neck. I'm thinking "yeah, I told you this isn't a broke horse so..."
He comes back and says "this horse doesn't know anything!" Well, actually I did tell you that and I'm just happy you didn't die, to be perfectly honest.
We take the horse back to the stalls and confirm that he'll sit on her and get her thru the sale. He agrees.
Now keep in mind that I've told him about the horse and the catalog ad and any other ad has always stated that she was green as grass. Nobody was trying to trick nobody.
The next morning I'm preparing the horses for the sale. Grooming, feeding, tying them to the stall fronts so people walking thru can see them.
The young man's grandpa comes over to me and says the young man can't ride my horse because she doesn't know anything. Grandpa suggests I walk the horse thru and she'll sell because of her color.
We all know that if you walk a rideable horse thru, that's going to lower your chance of anyone bidding.
I thanked him and was a bit dismissive because now I had to get the other rider.
My team and I got the rider set up and let her know that we were available for whatever she needed. I filled her in on the horse's training and what to expect and we were cool.
We get close to time for our horse to go thru and we get with our rider to ask do we need to get the horse because she was on another horse.
She says no, her cousin is riding the horse up from the barn. We kind of look at each other like "oh, Lord". lol But these are horse girls.
Cousin comes riding up on the horse and she must have been 10 years old or younger because she was little.
They switch horses and older cousin does fine in the ring. Honestly I was so impressed with the girls I didn't even "care" about the bid.
I paid the girls for riding my horse and told them thanks.
We sold "the black fillies" choice. One was in harness, ground driving. The other was saddle. They were both acting a little "different" than they normally do but that's too be expected. It was an exciting day.
The gelding was too young for tack so I walked/trotted him threw. He acted like it was 1980 something and we were at a Lasma sale. That sucker was gorgeous.
But, remember, everything we think is beautiful is weird and too much for most people. ðĪŠ
When it was time to go I saw two pairs of "tiny black ears" loaded onto a nice stock trailer.
tbc