Floss and I spent the morning brushing every Minion’s mane and tail.
There was no point doing bodies – ok, we couldn’t be arsed. I admit it but we worked hard on our designated areas of brushing. Afterwards, we sat down on the grass for a rest and I took photos (with new camera).
Tiddles went ker-poof!
Vitamin looked regal.
(such a dear sweet old lady)
And Fivla was a fairy pony powder-puff.
They scrub up well.
Newt remained Newt and wanted a hug afterwards to get over the trauma of being brushed.
Waffle, of course, was lovely.
It was hard work, but someone has to do it!