We have many dog/cat beds around the house and also in my shed.  No one is left with nothing to sleep comfortably in.

The ones in the house even have lovely real sheepskin rugs on top for extra snugginess.

The chaise longue in my shed has a polar fleece canvas backed blanket.  Pepper, Ted and Monster could not be more comfortable if they tried.

But this is Monster’s special bed that lives by my desk in the sitting room in the house.  It is for Monster’s use and Monster’s alone.

Well, it was…..

Oh, she knew.

And Monster was not happy.

It was possibly the slurpy licking of her “Lady Garden” that especially upset him and I can quite see why.

So Monster put in an Offishul Complaint.

And I did listen.

I really tried but the Other Parties were having none of it.  Here to stay, apparently.

Monster went off in a huff and Pepper enjoyed annoying him and watching him sulk.  Suffice it to say, Monster has not sat in his Speshul Bed again and neither has Pepper because it isn’t any fun now.

**** sigh ****

From Wikipedia, because I told you I am lazy…..

A nuggle, njuggle, or neugle, is a mythical water horse of primarily Shetland folklore where it is also referred to as a shoepultie or shoopiltee on some parts of the islands. A nocturnal creature that is always of a male gender, there are occasional fleeting mentions of him connected with the Orkney islands but he is more frequently associated with the rivers, streams and lochs of Shetland. He is easily recognised by his distinctive wheel-like tail and, unlike his evil counterparts the each-uisge or the nuckelavee, has a fairly gentle disposition being more prone to playing pranks and making mischief rather than having malicious intents.

So that would be Waffle then.

He would never do “malicious intents” because that would involve effort.

And he most definitely has “a fairly gentle disposition”.

And I’ve just read “during 1918 the anthropologist James Teit hypothesises that, as is common with most supernatural creatures, nuggles were thought to be fallen angels”.  Now that I can believe!

So now you know what a Njuggle actually looks like.  It is Waffle in disguise and his home is in the watery bog at Leradale.

Once I year, I go out with my brush, mane conditioning spray to try to make a difference.  Today  was that day and I was out with my grooming bucket as well as an anti-lice unguent.  They are all very itchy.  It’s the time of year.  Winter coats off, and summer drawers on.

There was lots of brushing.  Manes and tails plus any loose bits of body coat that would fall off easily.

I only needed to put a headcollar on two of them – Tiddles and Silver.  Tiddles hates being brushed and Silver can sometimes be unhelpful.

I also pulled out any gooby ear cling-ons – always bad this time of year and I have to be very quick and hope no one holds a grudge.

You can see Newt’s “goob” on his right ear. I got it!

And there were a few “interesting” hairdos afterwards

And obviously some beautiful ones too.

I also spent much of my time gently removing bits and pieces from being played with.  My grooming bucket was thoroughly gone through and emptied.

Anyway, I am glad it has been done (I also anti-itched the Old Ladies too).  The birds will pick up the brushed-out fur and hopefully the Minions will be less itchy too, thus saving my fences.

My back has been giving me gyp (muchos pain and sciatica) for a while now, so I bit the bullet and went to the Pain Clinic at our local hospital in town to discuss the possibilities of having a lumbar epidural injection of steroids into the offending part(s).  So now I am booked in for six weeks’ time or possibly sooner.

En route to hospital, I popped into Jamieson’s and delivered more sheeple as they had nearly run out (again).

Finally home in the afternoon and I needed to go for a walk with anyone who wanted to come too.

There was a wide assortment of companions offering.

And, yes, we all stood and waited for Monster!

And off we went.

I called the horses over and Kolka came cantering for the rather mean, and possibly slightly foosty (possibly the best word in the Shetland/Scottish dictionary = mouldy), carrot in my pocket.

And I love this more than I can say – Haakon having a little silly-billy giggle to himself. I haven’t seen that in a while.

The theme tune to “Black Beauty” was all I could hear as Iacs went rushing past me.  He circled back for the carrot, though.

Carrots duly accepted and eaten, I turned back for home wondering how on earth I am going to make enough sheeple for the tourist season.  I wonder if anyone would notice these two in the box in the shop?

However, Harrel’s faint smell of wee might give them away!

As most of you might be aware, I am not a huge fan of brushing.  I am a very lazy owner but today I took myself to task and brushed the Old Ladies, Fivla and Vitamin. They’ve been on my To-Do List.

Vitamin (before) with her give-me-my-bucket, you, you person, you!

And then after bucket and brushing.  There is more hair to come off but I don’t pull out anything that is not actually falling out as temperatures are just out of cold with the hint of occasional warmth.  Some days we are double digits (and that’s Celsius!)

And Fivla poofed up a treat.

She is such a pretty girl and looks as the same as she ever did.  Our fairy pony.

And, again, I only did the bits that needed to come off.

Next will be the little boys but rain is forecast so that will have to wait until they are dry.  Brushing wet ponies is not for me. Hair sticks to everything.  They can go on being grubby, but probably happy, though Albie and Waffle are always first in the queue when they see the brush.