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I went to Meredith Manor and my favorite horse died and he would probably still be alive if they found him a good senior grain instead of continuing to feed him corn
When he stopped eating it whole, they started grinding it. Still didn’t eat it. Tried to mix it with maple syrup and carrots. He would eat a bit and not eat anything
While this horse was old, he was still rideable and full of life. He honestly probably would have lived to 40 if he was turned out and had a quality senior feed
But no. They “sent him to retire with his old owner”.
No you starved him because you had too much pride in a system that barely worked for half the horses and he likely died shortly after leaving, even if he did go to his owner.
No you starved him because you had too much pride in a system that barely worked for half the horses and he likely died shortly after leaving, even if he did go to his owner.
Honestly, that place is truly cruel. No turnout, horses get ridden 2-3 times a day and never get social time with other horses, some of these horses are jumping 5 days a week all year long.
They have behavioral issue that easily can be due to the fact that we pump them full of sugar with the corn, they stand in stalls 24/7, and never get real turnout. They get free lunged at best.
That is absolutely no way for horses to live.
Not to mention the absolute brainwashing of their students. The die hard former students are still convinced they can’t use spurs and that training equipment other than side reins is unnecessary.
And the fact that you’re 60k in debt to get two mediocre riding lessons a day on a horse that’s probably lame or going to try to kill you. And then you get to clean out piss filled stalls and there’s probably not even new shavings to put in them.
And most of the instructors have no real world experience or honest to god showing experience so half the stuff they tell you in your “showing” class is wrong or outdated.
WAIT. and then there was the horse who was “tied up” for DAYS and they didn’t call a vet, they just took away her food and cold hosed her and tried to walk her for multiple days instead of solving the problem by calling the vet.
Or the horse that was colicky for days and they just let him stand in his stall and get hand walked.
There were five horses who had to get a tube a bute mixed with applesauce every day just to be sound enough to get ridden. Horses wouldn’t be breaking down and stiff if they weren’t stuck in a stall 24 hours a day.
The “horse health” class was just shoving bute in horses, putting some on the theraplate, and treating horses for bad thrush.
They fired the one and only instructor who truly taught me anything because she had her own opinions. She was the teaching instructor and taught me all kinds of excellent methods for working with younger students.
The “fitness” class once a week was not how riders actually get fit.
One quarter I was stuck in a class with an extremely overweight girl who couldn’t pass the fitness test so we had to ride the bucking machine 2x a week because they didn’t have enough horses large enough for her to ride.
Also the food for people was absolutely rude. Processed, greasy, and unhealthy. They had a salad bar that had maybe 3 leaves of lettuce and jello. Sometimes we got strawberries or watermelon.
The dorms? We had a snake living above our door and the maintenance team told me I was crazy. I literally had to take a picture of it hanging in my doorway to the office for them to believe me.
And if we had our microwave and coffee pot plugged in at the same time, it blew the fuse to the two dorms adjacent to us as well. The fuse was inside a completely different dorm room.
The training one class was literally 12 weeks of just leading horses around the arena. Learning how to lead horses around an arena. And the other portion was listening to the batty owner talk about absolute nonsense while someone lunged a horse in the arena.
if you want to be 60k in debt, eat trash food, never have wifi or phone service, condone basic horse abuse, and ride basic af horses while laboring 16 hours a day at a school you pay to go to, lay down in your dorm listening to the ceiling raccoons, then MM is the place for you.
I rode this horse in class for three weeks before anyone believed she was lame. They told me it was my weight and my riding and that she would work out of it. This wasn’t a stiff horse. This is a head bobbing lame horse.
