Ah, they're sitting quietly at my feet as I type this in the Pineapple. Quiet in here tonight, tuesday. I'm supposed to be doing something else entirely, working on the final draft of the LETS newsletter, but any distraction will do, especially for an old procrastinator like me.
Did I mention about Toffee getting kicked by a horse? It happened on Hampstead Heath of all places! Two velvet-jacketed riders with their black hard hats strolling across the lovely sunny meadow. Two days later there was the thickest snow, and poor Toffee hardly managed to enjoy it he was in so much pain...I couldn't blame the horses or their riders, the dogs had chased after them barking their heads off and wouldn't come back when I called, they kept diving nose and yappy mouths first at the horses feet...not a big surprise then one of them getting hurt...but poor poor Toffee! He gave an awful cry of pain and doubled up into a foetal position almost, back arched, then he shivered like anything and I carried him...but I thought he wasn't seriously injured fortunately, and he's absolutely right as rain again now. Thank god. The thought of him, or any of them, being badly hurt, or killed, doesn't bear thinking about.
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
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