Peglo
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19 years ago I asked me dad if I could have a pony. He said no and closed the door on me. But little did he know my granny had already agreed and that was all I really needed.
I got Peggy Sue, a German haflinger from a woman who owned a local trekking centre close by. I helped out there whenever I could and she asked if me or my friend would take Peggy on as she was going back to Germany. I was the lucky one who got her.
Peggy Sue was my first pony. And what a first pony. She was an ex endurance pony, an amazing hack (don’t ever remember her spooking but she would snort at pigs) and she loved to gallop and we did at every opportunity we got. I was 13 after all. Saddles were an unnecessary extra most of the time and I was so confident I often didn’t wear a helmet (no longer so stupid
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I got £1.50 for dinner money at school. I spent 50p at dinnertime and saved a £1 a day to pay for feet trimming. She taught me how to be selfless and dedicated. I spent hours flicking through the robinsons catalogue showing my granny what I wanted.
If we spotted the ponies at the far side of the field or up the track we would run as fast as we could up to the ponies, jump on and the ponies would gallop us down the field and we would pretend we were racing in the grand national. (just without any tack or steering)
Peggy Sue was an amazing pony. So much patience and kindness. She had brilliant manners but knew her own mind too. She would look after a beginner or tear around the countryside with me. She was never a cuddly clingy pony and made sure she politely showed her distaste for things she didn’t like (brushing forelock or stroking her face) but usually put up with everything and was just so so safe. I honestly don’t remember any negatives (I’m sure there were plenty in all those years) but all I remember is having the best time and an amazing pony helping me figure out horse ownership.
today was our last day. The sun was shining on her back, the chickens were trying to eat her feed and I sat next to her admiring her. She was tired and ready to join Flo over the rainbow.
after 19 years I can’t believe it’s really come to the end but I will be forever grateful to have spent so many years being taught to be better by this wonderful lass.
RIP Peggy Sue. I will love you forever.
I got Peggy Sue, a German haflinger from a woman who owned a local trekking centre close by. I helped out there whenever I could and she asked if me or my friend would take Peggy on as she was going back to Germany. I was the lucky one who got her.
Peggy Sue was my first pony. And what a first pony. She was an ex endurance pony, an amazing hack (don’t ever remember her spooking but she would snort at pigs) and she loved to gallop and we did at every opportunity we got. I was 13 after all. Saddles were an unnecessary extra most of the time and I was so confident I often didn’t wear a helmet (no longer so stupid
)I got £1.50 for dinner money at school. I spent 50p at dinnertime and saved a £1 a day to pay for feet trimming. She taught me how to be selfless and dedicated. I spent hours flicking through the robinsons catalogue showing my granny what I wanted.
If we spotted the ponies at the far side of the field or up the track we would run as fast as we could up to the ponies, jump on and the ponies would gallop us down the field and we would pretend we were racing in the grand national. (just without any tack or steering)
Peggy Sue was an amazing pony. So much patience and kindness. She had brilliant manners but knew her own mind too. She would look after a beginner or tear around the countryside with me. She was never a cuddly clingy pony and made sure she politely showed her distaste for things she didn’t like (brushing forelock or stroking her face) but usually put up with everything and was just so so safe. I honestly don’t remember any negatives (I’m sure there were plenty in all those years) but all I remember is having the best time and an amazing pony helping me figure out horse ownership.
today was our last day. The sun was shining on her back, the chickens were trying to eat her feed and I sat next to her admiring her. She was tired and ready to join Flo over the rainbow.
after 19 years I can’t believe it’s really come to the end but I will be forever grateful to have spent so many years being taught to be better by this wonderful lass.
RIP Peggy Sue. I will love you forever.
lots of hugs to you 
Astounding dedication!)
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