Training or lack therof

Some people may see me occasionally wearing a t-shirt with Columbia Basin Equine Rescue on it. aka CBER. I have adopted several horses from them and at the time when I was seeking a trainer for Chavez, I was processing adoption applications for them. The requirements are quite stringent, requiring photos of ones property and other animals, filling out an application and receiving favorable recommendations from several references.

A gal who was approved through them heralded herself as a trainer, specializing in drafts and mustangs. She lived near Salem and I trucked Chavez over there for some groundwork training as he was incredibly hard to load and work with.

Looking back, I knew it was a bad place. You know that gut feeling when you can tell something isn't right, but you can't quite place what it is? That is the feeling I got. The gal said all the right things, showed me her horses. I was feeling at the end of my rope with Chavez and needed a trainer NOW.

Ignoring that feeling that should have had me hightailing it out of there, I left him, along with my draft mare, June and a friend's horse.

I received frequent updates via email. He was doing this and that. Haltering and loading. She said everything that made me think he was doing well.

Then the stuff hit the large cooling device. A CBER person said that this woman was starving all the horses. Insiders went to check it out and people were pulling their horses out of there as fast as they could. I couldn't get over that day, but the next day, Adam and I went with the trailer.

What we saw, was shocking. Absolutely horrific. Chavez was in the same panel stall that I had left him in when I dropped him off. He had wasted away to nothing but dry, dull skin stretched over a skeletal frame. Ironically, June, who eats more than twice as much as Chavez was in great shape. Apparently, they liked June.

We loaded my friends horse first, as we knew he would go right in. Then, I went to get Chavez. He was fearful, but allowed me to halter and lead him out. Normally, he took about half an hour to load. Everything took a long time with Chavez. That day, he saw the trailer and leapt in. He wanted to leave that place behind.

I also took my mare, June, home. They had clearly never worked with him at all. The updates and emails had been a sham. We took him right to the vet. He was a 2 on a body condition score. 10 is an obese horse. 5 is perfect. 0 is dead. We documented everything and the faux trainer got 4 days in jail and had to pay back a small amount of his rehabilitation. But, I think she had to do that with all the horses, so it was probably quite a large amount in the end.

Still, it set Chavez back so much. Our trainer now is extremely patient and he likes her a lot. Hopefully, he'll be ridable soon.

These photos helped to document the case that got the "trainer" sent to jail for a brief period of time.

Yes, that's infection under his mandible. Strangles, a highly contagious disease that he did not have prior to going there. Gross, but not life-threatening, thank goodness. He was there less than 2 months. He had lost approximately 200 pounds in that length of time. The vet thinks he probably wasn't fed AT ALL during his stay in Hell. Mustangs are notoriously easy keepers, which means they stay at a healthy weight on minimal feed. Imagine the horror...