HORSING AROUND!

Clarke Wallace
Apr 26
1 min read

I had trouble even as a kid when an animal died or had to be put down.

My dad, an Anglican priest, had in church near Toronto though we spent much of our time in Woodbridge where my father was born.

We had a black and white Shetland pony, "Bubbles' who had a mind of her own.

She was in the small pasture next to our cottage in Woodbridge.

It would become our permanent home.

I'd go out as a kid to catch her knowing she'd do everything to keep away from me.

Writer's comment: I swear Bubbles would shake her head giving up only when I trapped her in the corner of the small field.

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