PerfectPony
Well-Known Member
It was just getting dark and I have my new two year old in one hand and a midget in the other. Next thing I know my ankle goes over in a rut and I'm on the floor.... Bless my ponies, neither even pulled me they just stood and waited for me to get up. The midget was the right height for support while hobbling. Got in to the stable block (slowly...) and insisted on picking out the youngsters feet. Next thing, I come round hanging off his stable door with my livery holding me up talking to me. I'd passed out... Thank god she was there! I wouldn't be without my horses or my liveries!