to force a particular career aspiration on the boy, I do
however really really hope that Dexter will share one of my
true loves: horses.
I bought his little wooden rocking horse at the afore-
mentioned ‘nearly new’ sale for the bargainous price of
£12. As I was leaving the sale venue with it, I
was nearly rugby-tackled to the ground by the lady who
was selling it, who was desperate for me to know what a
well-loved and much-used toy it had been – this obviously
only added to the appeal of the affordable price tag.
Dexter has a number of stuffed toy horses, which include
Coco (an Easter gift from his grandma), and Derek Trotter, a
wonderful scarlet beast who makes genuine neighing and
‘clippety-cloppety’ sounds when he is tipped up, or when
the washing machine is on.
being a jockey, unless he bucks his parents’ genes
and becomes a giant. Or perhaps, with a name like
Dexter Rye Wayne, his obvious fate is to become a real-life
Although I took today's #366 photo on 11th Jan to ensure I
have a photo for everyday this year, I am writing these
words on 12th January. I found out this afternoon that
Douglas, a very special pony in my life, sadly, has been put
to sleep. Dougie, you were a fabulous boy, a real four-
legged legend and I had really hoped that you would be
a part of Dexter's life too. Unfortunately, this was not meant
to be, but I'm dedicating this post to you, buddy.
Rest in peace in horsey heaven. x