I am feeling terrible.
Two of The Minions had escaped into the next door field (mine – and they had gone under the fence via the stream).
So, Jo very kindly was trying to put them back into the right field. I think her precise words were “it is like herding cats”. Anywho, I thought I would help as The Minions are basically my responsibility (read problem).
I climbed over the fence into the field of errant Minions who were running unhelpfully backwards and forwards through the open gate. To keep others from joining the runaways, I threw a headcollar at them and it hit Waffle squarely in the face.
I saw the look he gave me. Oh God, what had I done?
So once everyone was finally where they were supposed to be, I went to talk to Waffle. He turned his back and walked away. With that my heart broke. I knew what I had to do.
I filled my pockets with carrots and went to sit in the field.
Instantly, as if by magic, I was forgiven and I am very lucky that Waffle is being nice to me now.
As a reward for his generous character, I let him eat my camera.
I will continue to feel awful. I let my Waffle down and he never expected it from anyone, let alone me.
Guilt is a terrible thing. I have a place set aside for me in Hell now (if not already).