big brown horse
Hoof In Mouth
I sorta had a bit of a similar delima with my big sister. She asked me to board her 3 horses temporarly over the summer in Houston. They were in between houses while one was being renovated. (Very wealthy sister, she owns 2 houses and all.) The catch was that she would provide the feed, pay vet bills and come and ride with me on the weekends and share chores on the weekends.
It turned out to be a very, very tropical-wet, and hot summer that year. The mud sucked our rubber boots smooth off of our feet. Most horses there (public, self-care stables) had their own horse shoes sucked off too by the mud, and horse shoes are nailed on!
To make a long story short, mucking and wheeling the wheel barrow out to the "poo pile" through knee deep mud was pure h#ll, let alone doing it during 102 degree heat. She never came out to ride or help and it was I who drove to the feed store, hauled her many 50# bags of feed into the barn, held them for the farrier to do their feet etc. and stacked hay for her horses. Then she had the nerve to tell me that one of her horses looked thin, when I actually put some much needed meat on the poor old horse's bones! When it was all over, she barely said thank you. Clueless!!!!
I didn't complain, but I learned to NEVER agree to take care of her horses again, no matter what.
Justus,
If that was my sister and her dumb, big, old hog, well, I would have the butcher wrap up all those cuts, nice and neat like. Then give them to her to stock her new, fancy freezer...without saying a word. She may decide home grown pork really isn't her gig after all. She will never ask you to raise her hog again.
If she complains (then she really is rude) feign ignorance and say, "My hogs tasted just fine, is it perhaps the way you are preparing the meat?"
It turned out to be a very, very tropical-wet, and hot summer that year. The mud sucked our rubber boots smooth off of our feet. Most horses there (public, self-care stables) had their own horse shoes sucked off too by the mud, and horse shoes are nailed on!
To make a long story short, mucking and wheeling the wheel barrow out to the "poo pile" through knee deep mud was pure h#ll, let alone doing it during 102 degree heat. She never came out to ride or help and it was I who drove to the feed store, hauled her many 50# bags of feed into the barn, held them for the farrier to do their feet etc. and stacked hay for her horses. Then she had the nerve to tell me that one of her horses looked thin, when I actually put some much needed meat on the poor old horse's bones! When it was all over, she barely said thank you. Clueless!!!!
I didn't complain, but I learned to NEVER agree to take care of her horses again, no matter what.
Justus,
If that was my sister and her dumb, big, old hog, well, I would have the butcher wrap up all those cuts, nice and neat like. Then give them to her to stock her new, fancy freezer...without saying a word. She may decide home grown pork really isn't her gig after all. She will never ask you to raise her hog again.
If she complains (then she really is rude) feign ignorance and say, "My hogs tasted just fine, is it perhaps the way you are preparing the meat?"