Pets, they have their place - but my front room isn't it. Not for a horse anyway. A lady up in Lewis thinks differently. Her pony is now grazing the carpet after a row with the field owner. Stephanie Noble says she had no choice.
She calls that a choice? Has she any idea how much poo one horse can produce? Well she must have, because poo picking is the job du jour of any equine type. There's about two wheelbarrows from the average paddock. Daily. Sometimes more.
And the wee! Get that on your boots and the soles fall off. Stinks worse than a cess pit in high summer. Doubtless the three-year-old dappled grey is a very pretty creature. I can picture her now. So can you. She's probably thrilled with her centrally heated, comfy stable. No wind whistling through the rattling door.
Horse lovers say they love the smell. Can't see what the fuss is about. Not sure where Lewis is? Never mind, you'll soon be able to pinpoint the stink.
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