Horse Heaven

11.01.12.

Despite my musings in my last post about not wanting

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.

I also like to think that Dexter is genetically predisposed to


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


cowboy.

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