It started well. Bored of no one returning my phone calls, I decided to get some fresh air and set off over the hill with Pepper by my side to take some nice photos of the old horses and ponies, while they are still in their winter coats.
Pepper was all nice and clean(ish) for her too.
En route I took a few pics of Gussie and Dahlia who were around.
And also saw my first Common Butterwort (or it is a dog violet – anyone?) of Spring and that was more evidence to validate my claim that spring is really here.
Anywho, the girls were unavailable for photographs.
So I concentrated on the Icelandic horses.
After I topped up their water and threw everyone some carrots, I called up Pepper and went back home, but she never appeared. So, I shouted and eventually a small Bog Creature came racing home.
Ugh.
Even Dahlia was appalled.
My little clean dog is not so clean anymore.
Pepper knew and I knew she needed a bath and, to be fair, she was very good about it. A one-man bath is never easy and my back is fairly screaming at me.
But now Pepper is feeling hard done by and a bit put upon. My heart is hardened. Tough. If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime!
Still, the photos came out well.
*** snigger ***
