DD1 wants a pony. She spends hours on the internet pouring over details of horses for sale, and watching Youtube videos of girls who have been given horses as presents.
She’s been taking riding lessons for a couple of years now and she is in lurve with horses. Well, at least she’s in lurve with the *idea* of horses. It’s par for the course when you are 10 years old, I think.
The news that one of her friends is getting a horse has done nothing to blunt DD1′s equine desire. I can see her mind working; ‘If S is getting a a pony, then why can’t it happen for me too?’.
But I’m afraid she’s doomed to be disappointed. She will not be getting a pony while living under my roof. In a previous job in a mixed veterinary practice, one of the old horse vets used to say, ‘Don’t buy her a pony, get her heroin instead. It’s cheaper and less addictive’. I’m pretty sure he was exaggerating, but the sentiment has stayed with me.