April 1989 - Sincerely Sire Newsletter                        
                             YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE
Remember that horse I told you I bought my 13 year old daughter, 
Scarlett, three months ago?  The four legged beast who's monthly upkeep 
and box stall rental fee is just a smidge less that my house payment.  He 
bumped his leg . . . Scarlett can't ride him anymore . . No one can ride 
him.  All he's allowed to do is lounge around in his stall and eat hay - 
my hay.  Scarlett can't even go down and walk him, because he's so hot 
from not being worked that she can't control him.
He has something on his leg called a splint.  He may get well and he may 
not.  The vet says it's a calcium deposit, which means I have to keep 
making deposits to the vet.
Now in spite of what you might be thinking, I have no hard feelings about 
this whatsoever.  After all, I do love my daughter and the joy that this 
horse (Windsor) has brought to her young life is well worth the paltry 
sum that I have spent on him.  So I spent a few bucks to purchase Windsor 
and have him shipped here.  So I bought him some shoes, and a saddle and 
paid for a couple of x-rays by the vet.  And then there's the monthly 
stall and training fees.  And let us not forget the nice blanket my 
daughter picked out for him.  And you should see how cute Scarlett looks 
in her new riding outfit.  No, I don't mind the money.  I would do 
anything to make my little pumpkin happy.
However, if old Windsor doesn't get well soon, here is what I'm going to 
do;  I'm going to have him shipped to either the Skippy or Alpo plant, 
depending on who has the best processing rates.  I will have him canned 
and put into boxes.  I will have the boxes shipped to my home where I 
will store them in my garage.  It will be Scarlett's duty to feed our 
dog, Kona, every morning until Windsor is all gone.  I figure this will 
take about four years since Kona is a small dog and Windsor is getting 
very fat eating my hay.  And yes, it will be Scarlett's job to keep the 
backyard neat and clean as well.  It's called rescooping your losses.
(Editors note: When the above article came out back in 1989, I received 
several letters and a few phone calls from readers who were very upset 
and angry because they believed that I really had sold the horse to a dog 
food plant, which of course I didn't.  We did eventually sell Windsor to 
a wealthy psychiatrist who lived up in northern California, so he was 
sure not only to receive the best physical care, but mental care as 
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