When BeAnne died, I never thought my heart could belong to another dog.  I really didn’t.  As far as I was concerned, it was broken and I was inconsolable.

But Pepper came into our lives and basically took them over.  She is a Patterdale terrier so her character traits are predominantly manipulative and ever willful.  A hardcore terrier, is the way this breed is described.   Not for the faint-hearted.  She took over the house and that was that.

Pepper has a tremendous sense of humour too, especially with her teefs – in my mind, she is still a puppy and she mostly makes me smile.

A little sweetie, though, when it suits.

And she always knows when I am talking about her.

Wherever I go, Pepper has to come too, no matter what.

Here she is waiting patiently while Edna has her second breakfast in the feed shed.

And a piccie of Ted so you don’t think he has been forgotten.  Ever the greasy Muppet but a happy one.

 

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The weather was, again (**sigh**) pretty revolting this morning so after breakfast, of course they all piled into the wee shed and I left them to it.

These two, honestly – you can tell they’re related (cousins, you know!)

But, not to be deterred by the rain, which finished mid-morning, I got hold of Fivla by her mane, as I had no headcollar, and told her to come on a dog-walk with me. Bless her, she did.  Fivla pottered along beside me, rather enthusiastically for her (obviously the new supplement is working) and the others left the shed to follow her.

And, of course, they all had an attack of the sillies.

Dear Fivla, so helpful, and unassuming.  She just (and later on with Vitamin) just got on with the job in hoof – enjoying the sunshine and eating.  Albie was with them too.

I do love it when the ponies play and it makes my heart sing to see them giggling with their friends.

(Please ignore the small brown dog that was winding them up – she just can’t help herself).

Fivla was eating her brekkie bucket in the field, while the others were in the water-logged paddock eating their’s.  Albie was in the field too.

He finished his food first and thought it would be a very good idea to wander over to see how Fivla was getting on with her breakfast and maybe he could help out.

I knew exactly what he was going to do and so did Fivla.

Fivla is Albie’s adopted mother.  From the start, he has always loved her and she in return has always looked after him, but eating her breakfast is one step too far and so she told him.

Knowing this, Albie casually ate grass around Fivla’s bucket, getting quietly closer and closer, as if we didn’t notice.

And then Fivla came up for air (a rookie mistake) and Albie and his extra long proboscis swooped in to steal the bucket and its contents.

I had to explain to Albie that we don’t do this.  Not now, not never.

And I think he believed me and went back to happening to be in the area!

It was a very close area, though, but he did behave himself and I let him lick out the bucket, when Fivla had finished, as a reward.

And I hope you noticed how, with nothing better to do up here, we like to colour coordinate our buckets with the pony rug!

It was a really grotty morning today as it had pretty much rained all night and everyone was soaked through and thoroughly fed up.

The breakfast paddock was utterly revolting and we were feeling very fed up.

After breakfast, I wondered whether they would all go back into their field, where the grass is, but no, Vitamin determinedly waded through the mud to the wee shed and made it her’s.

The others followed her over and asked if they could come in too.

Some were more successful than others.

I ended up asking them all to shove up a bit and make some space for Fivla who wanted to go inside too.  I put a headcollar on her and led her inside.  She was wary about this as she is not one for crowds and when Waffle started being creepy (licking her rug and I hope that was all he was doing), she was not happy one bit.

*** oh Storm ***

Meanwhile outside, Newt wanted to go in too.

It was nice to see that Tiddles, despite being soaking wet, still had his sense of humour.

Later on, I saw that the wee shed actually fits five and a quarter Shetland ponies.   Who knew?  They must’ve been stacked like sardines in there and it was surely a tad close, smell-wise!  I will shovel it out tomorrow.

This is a bit in haste as I’m going out this evening to see a film in Lerwick, with a curry afterwards – a huge treat.

So, I fed the duckies early and gave the sheep something as well to shut them up.

Wherever I go with a bucket of food, I have followers.

I’m not going to point the finger but Maggie (plus Edna and Harrel) are my worst stalkers.

It is cold, so they are using their shed a lot at the moment.

Along with the chickens, who lay in various secret corners.

On my way back to the house, of course, I had my usual disciples who marched straight inside demanding money (food) with menaces.

Treats were given and they were told to go away and get jobs!

And this is the final design for the sticky label to go underneath the felted sheep.  I like it and hopefully it will be readable for those that buy a sheep.  Thank you to everyone for their input.