Well firstly,
You will unload your absolutely gorgeous, perfectly behaved and immaculately turned out traditional Shetland to stares, guffaws and small open mouthed, pointing 6 year olds, who have never seen a non welsh show pony in their lives,
and then, according to a PC mother wearing a navy pleated skirt, loafers and an alice band, your pony will be
too big,
too small,
too fast,
too slow,
not able to jump high enough,
the wrong colour,
your tack will be wrong,
you will need a stronger bit, probably a gag,
definitely daisy reins,
should definitely be sold immediately and replaced with x perfect push button pony which wins everything,
and your DC will be in a group with some kind of pony club prodigy who is the best thing since sliced bread and your child/pony combo is holding the little darling back,
you will be accused of being a lesbian,
and that replacing dropped poles is far to difficult for your apparently gay, and actually a qualified AI instructor, companion,
and you will be told that your daughter doesn't need her special dietary requirement gluten free biscuits as there are complementary bourbons you know...
All before the actual instructor has asked your child her name!
Ignore the daft cow, make friends with the first frazzled looking scruffy mother you meet, and stick to them like glue, and you will be just fine!
