“I dreamt last night that PingPong came to live in my back garden.”

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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Hammy did try, honest, he did.

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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.

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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.

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