“Oi! Wakey wakey.”
Mom squinted at her watch. Half past five. “Jeez Fudges! Seriously?”
Stupid woman – would I be up if it was not serious?
Crossed my legs whilst she fumbled with the sliding door. Eventually she got it open – I dashed out and did my business.
Alpha was still snoring so Mom and I made as much noise as quietly as possible to wake him up. Not sure he was impressed with us – but it was delightful outside. He can sleep at home. He grumbled and fumbled his way into some clothes.
Off we went.
Did another 5km walk – but this time my humans thoughtfully remembered to take some water along. We walked a different way – did not seem so steep. At the furthest point we stopped, had a drink and they admired the gorgeous scenery.
On the way home that wretched Mom decided to chat to a creature over the fence. It was just standing there, grazing. We could have snuck passed it but noooooo – Mom had to talk to it.
It came charging up to the fence. It was big, very big. I did not look at it. Put my head down and continued trudging up the hill. But… on the next hill there were more creatures – lots of them this time. They too charged up to the skinny little fence (without Mom saying a word) and mooooed loudly at me. Nearly had a heart attack.
Was vastly relieved to be safely back at the cottage. We all had breakfast and lazed around.
Was parking off on the stoep, checking out the Porsche Pooches, when I heard a strange noise. Clip clop clip clop… three more of those fearsome creatures (although admittedly these were a bit smaller) were hanging over the gate.
Leapt up in outrage – barking at them to go away.
“Fudges!” said Mom, “Those ponies live here – you are the guest.”
Luckily they could not get into our garden so all was well.
Later on we went for another walk to the river. What fun. I frolicked in lovely dark slimy mud. Most of it had fallen off by the time we reached the cottage – but I still managed to make very pretty pictures on the tiles.
* As told to Ginny Stone
