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Pets

It’s fair to say that I probably already talk quite-enough-thank-you-very-much about my pet. So I shan’t rave on too much about how AMAZING it is to own a dog after years of yearning for one.

Instead, I thought I’d show you a photo of one of the other many pets I had growing up. I was pretty lucky to own such a large and expensive pet, but my parents worked extremely hard to provide it for me and as I get older, I realise just how much they sacrificed for me. I am truly grateful to have had the chance to experience what lots of young girls dreamt of…

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That’s me, skinny thighs and all, around 1994 or so. And that’s my pony, Misty (her pedigree name was Ebony Mist). We’re en route to the beach for a canter around, but I recall that this day was no different from any other day, in that she ran off, with me clinging on for dear life, until I could regain some sort of control and head for home.

Ah, Misty. My first proper pony. I had ridden since I was about 5 or 6, but I finally got a pony all to myself when I was about 13. Previously, I had ridden all the riding school ponies and in the school holidays, one of my aunt’s companion ponies, Bubbles.

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Misty was, for those who are interested, 3/4 Welsh section D and 1/4 Thoroughbred. Unfortunately, when it came to attitude, she was 2000% Thoroughbred and I was forever picking myself up off dusty paths or retreating from the paths of vehicles, or on one memorable occasion, walking back from a nearby park by myself, as she’d gone on ahead without me.

Most of the time though, we got on well enough, but looking back, I can see that I was a bit scared of her. And she knew it and took advantage of the fact. I’m fairly outgoing and confident these days but I wasn’t really back then and if I had been, I’d have put her right in her place. But as it happened, I left school, moved to Glasgow and moved on from ponies and she ended up being bought by a girl who worked at the stables where I kept her. She’s still alive now, a ripe old 28 years old at least – perhaps she has calmed down a bit now.

I still love horses and one day, I will get fitter and have another one. But for now, I will make do with having a dog big enough to saddle up.

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1 thought on “Pets”

  1. I am pretty terrfiied of horses. I’ve never been on anything bigger than a donkey and I don’t tink I’m brave enough to give it a go. I’ll go as far as stroking them in a field (as long as they’re behind a fence!).

    My fear wasn’t helped the other day when I went for a run and somehow was so completely horrifiying looking/sounding that I actually managed to scare a horse who was probably just going for a nice country walk with his rider. He got all skittery and I had visions of a hoofprint shape on my chest. It was not fun. I felt so guilty as well, I wasn’t sure if I’d broken some kind of country-code that I hadn’t come across as a city girl. Reading this though, maybe the horse was just a little bit of a madam!

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