A friend wrote “I dreamt last night that PingPong came to live in my back garden.”  Obviously I can’t package him up and send him south to live in her back garden, but I can go and take photos of him for her.

It was lovely to see the happy little herd.  Indy was on very good form and has not lost any of his huggability this winter.

Here he is, in all his glory – (mebbe I should use photoshop and then I thought, nope, Indy as the Gods made him).  It is nearing that time of year when he likes to wave it about to impress the laydeeeez!  Avert your gaze if offended.

We were in their field because Jo was trimming feet.  We did bring a headcollar but it would only fit Hammy who was having one his anti-headcollar moments.  Andy had his feet done while Hammy watched.

PingPong played with the head collar attached to a dog lead.  We are not very good at having the right kit with us.

As Hammy was in his twit-mood, Jo did his feet in the most dangerous way she could think of – between the stallion’s bum and with no head collar on Hammy.  Being Indy, he was most obliging and she used him to balance herself.

Hammy did try, honest, he did.

Charlie looked very moth-eaten.  We cannot decide whether this is due to the endless roughhousing or actual bugs.  If it is lice, we can treat that.

This is his “orphan-nobody-loves-me” face.  I wonder whether we could send Charlie with PingPong to live in my friend’s garden.  He would like that.