If you follow me on Facebook, last Monday I announced something very exciting had happened but I couldn’t tell you yet.
Someone messaged me thinking I was pregnant again but no, apart from the dipstick in this story, I am not pregnant.
Then yesterday, you may have seen on social media that we got a new puppy. I imagine many of you thought this was the exciting happening.
While it was very, very exciting, we saw the puppies advertised the day after the afore mentioned Facebook announcement so there was something else.
Last Monday, we acquired this:
A miniature Shetland pony called Blaze.
I have wanted to get Boo a pony since we moved here. It’s a lovely thought for a little girl to have her very own pony.
Living here, she would only have to walk across the yard so technically I would not have to drive her anywhere.
There is just one, small problem.
My daughter has not inherited my absolute, undying love for animals.
I was still hopeful though.
I know very little about horses myself so I spoke to the lovely Katie from Heels and Hooves.
She recommend this book which I have been having a flick through.
Tomorrow is Boo’s birthday and the pony was a surprise-hence me being so coy about it earlier.
Some family were coming so I planned to bring him out with a bow on. As it was, I told everyone to wait outside-please note Hubster said he wanted nothing to do with it. It had been snowing so he said I would go flying and let go of the pony. I asked him to be on standby with the camera in case that did happen-I’m selflessly thinking of the blog here, thinking me going flying would make for an amusing photo.
I had a little help getting his head collar on and I walked gingerly over to where Boo and my family were waiting.
The pony was making a funny braying sound (I’m putting it down to it being very cold but who knows).
As I neared the group, Boo hid behind my mum and said she didn’t like the horse and refused to go anywhere near it, let alone stroke him.
They went inside while I took the pony back.
On spotting some hay on the floor, he proceeded to roll in it. Then his head collar came off so I had visions of him running away. Thankfully some lovely people saved me (and him). Grabbed his mane, I got the head collar back on and we dragged him back to his stable.
There and then, I vowed to read that book from cover to cover whilst having a large glass of wine to recover.*
Not only was I incredibly thankful he is only small, I did wonder whether I am better sticking with puppies.
Thankfully my niece (who knows a lot about horses) is taking care of him. Now we just have to persuade Boo.
I wonder how long that will take.
Next time I have such a brilliant idea, please remind me of this tale.
Never work with children or animals.
*Dry January has been thwarted by a small pony.