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Thursday, November 27, 2008

You want to talk about stinking!?

Disabled boy to lose his tiny pony because the neighbors don't like the smell

A disabled boy in a rural Ontario town may have to give up the miniature pony that he rides as part of his therapy and for his basic mobility.
The family's neighbors (bordering a fuckin' cow farm no less) have complained about the smell.

The boy can’t walk or crawl, and Emily is part of his therapy regime.

“When we take him off the pony he cries. Even if he’s tired he doesn’t want to leave her,’’ his mother, Antonia Spiteri, said today.

But at the end of July, the town notified the Spiteris the pony had to be removed due to the complaints...

‘‘The cows go right up to their property too. We thought, ‘You’re kidding – seven cows to one miniature pony?’ We were quite shocked by what we thought was a joke at first.”

Caledon bylaw enforcement manager Glenn Blakely said the Spiteris’ one-acre property is zoned as rural residential and is too small to house a miniature pony.


This is a load of shit, people!
If the smell of seven cows does not bother you the smell of one pony does not.
This is just a case of pettiness and spite and town officials with no balls or backbone!

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