Exciting Day Tomorrow!
Well I only created this blog today, meaning to recount all the steps that brought us this far on our dizzying 4 week journey, but that will have to wait – we have a pony arriving at the stables tomorrow! We are ridiculously excited – I wasn’t this thrilled when I went into labour, to be honest – J is walking round the house trailing a lead rope (no change there then) the pristine, unused grooming kit is all over the bedroom floor (ditto) but the difference is that …..tomorrow morning ……..wait for it…… our very own, first ever pony is arriving at NagsR’Us Stables!
The pony’s name is something awful (not as bad as Simon, which was one of our ‘possibles’) but it’s apparently OK to change a pony’s name if it’s too young to notice. He is no longer a he, but a she, which at least means we won’t be needing Natural Sheath Cleanser (shudder) and she is a beautiful 14.2 HH Connemara cross, dark grey with a beautiful white mane and tail. She does have the lovely flowing paces, the neat bold jump and the beauty we considered essential, and in my headstrong way after J had been riding her for 10 minutes I was ready to press the cheque into the owner’s hands saying ‘are you sure that’s enough’ and gallop off into the sunset that instant, but apparently that’s not the way it’s done and we will be having her on a few days’ trial.
I’ve alerted Pat, the owner of NagsR’Us our riding stables, to the pony’s arrival tomorrow: she was a touch surprised – this poor woman has lived with our excitement for the last 4 weeks and is probably heartily sick of us telephoning every few days with another pony alert and dragging her off to view it, so it is in her best interests to approve this one. However……..
Yes. There’s always a ‘but’, isn’t there. I have one nagging fear. Pat turned down the first pony we fell in love with as being too small at 14 HH - J is tall, though shaped like a stick of spaghetti - and, I fear, may say the same about this one. But if J has anything larger than 14.2, it will be classified a horse instead of a pony and she won’t be able to ride it in the pony classes at local shows, which is her dream. Tomorrow will tell all……..
The pony’s name is something awful (not as bad as Simon, which was one of our ‘possibles’) but it’s apparently OK to change a pony’s name if it’s too young to notice. He is no longer a he, but a she, which at least means we won’t be needing Natural Sheath Cleanser (shudder) and she is a beautiful 14.2 HH Connemara cross, dark grey with a beautiful white mane and tail. She does have the lovely flowing paces, the neat bold jump and the beauty we considered essential, and in my headstrong way after J had been riding her for 10 minutes I was ready to press the cheque into the owner’s hands saying ‘are you sure that’s enough’ and gallop off into the sunset that instant, but apparently that’s not the way it’s done and we will be having her on a few days’ trial.
I’ve alerted Pat, the owner of NagsR’Us our riding stables, to the pony’s arrival tomorrow: she was a touch surprised – this poor woman has lived with our excitement for the last 4 weeks and is probably heartily sick of us telephoning every few days with another pony alert and dragging her off to view it, so it is in her best interests to approve this one. However……..
Yes. There’s always a ‘but’, isn’t there. I have one nagging fear. Pat turned down the first pony we fell in love with as being too small at 14 HH - J is tall, though shaped like a stick of spaghetti - and, I fear, may say the same about this one. But if J has anything larger than 14.2, it will be classified a horse instead of a pony and she won’t be able to ride it in the pony classes at local shows, which is her dream. Tomorrow will tell all……..
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