Wednesday, 30 July 2008

F&%#ing Farrier II

“Who do you have to sleep with to get your horse shod around here?” I said to the mare's owner in despair the other week. Because, clearly just paying didn’t work.

For a moment I actually contemplated a career change myself, because as far as I could figure out it should be fairly lucrative. If none these guys feel like they have to utter even a minimum of service to their clients they must be doing all right…

But although there are courses one can take, the problem was here and now. Shoes were falling off and I needed someone to sort it out. Ten phone calls later things were looking bleak.

In the end we got an old friend of my dad to come out and do it. Pure favour blackmailing –that’s clearly what it takes.

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