Today I decided to live the pony dream...borrowing two Thelwell type Shetland ponies from a friend at Hillbottom. Feeling like a true Devonian pony type, I casually led one pony while child number 1 (Ashleigh, for the blog!) rode the other. These ponies are half my height but thrice my width, but cute as furry equine teddies. We meandered happily along the lane, waving graciously to tourists and day trippers, and smiling indulgently at the children in the cars pressing their eager little faces against the glass (Look Mummy, poniiiieeeeeeeeeees). Cue the Attitude Attack of the ponies. It was not pretty, but suffice to say my humiliation was encapsulated by the moment where I was hanging on to one cute pony with one hand while shoving my entire bodyweight against the considerable backside of the other, which he had determinedly planted in the middle of the road. The faces of the children inside the car changed from misty eyed envy to outright snorting at the naughty pony and grunting, red-faced adult, while the driving dad struggled to keep the tolerant smile on his face.
Of course, the thinking goes, if we had our VERY OWN pony then it wouldn't be naughty would it.....?
Nope, as with the husband, kids, cats and beardie they would be the epitomy of perfectness
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