the fringe

what a day!

started badly enough when jenny came to tell us it's a bhw - which is when tgr and all hbl.

that apparently was her prior engagement - while the rest of us were busy sticking together in solidarity against the lions - or penguins - jenny was getting her roots done.

anyway rupert and i went to see caspar to get the poa for tomorrow - we're on at 10 am at the spa and then performing again later with ozzie in one of the very popular igloo chases at tea time - and it was then that we saw the most dreadful thing.

hidden behind the old tractor, at the back of the new shed and away from all the gang was the vet guy with a HUGE needle. it must have been at least 2 feet long and was obviously very very sharp.

i was about to suggest we have a bit of fun - poke the vet guy in the backside or jog the hand with the needle as we walked past - when i had what rupert called a flesh pack - suddenly i was back in that dreadful time when the vet guy nearly killed me. i don't care what rupert says - i nearly died.

and there he was about to do the same thing to george and the guys.

does he never learn???

well i tried to warn george. i told him what had happened to me and tried to force the gate to let him get out. but george wasn't interested. he was busy telling the guys about a time in the handies when his friends, arthur and mikey had played some prank on him and cut his fringe while he was sleeping.

arthur and mikey were highly amused.

asked if his friends mikey and arthur were related in any way to our mikey and arthur.

george said "who?"

and then it was too late. within just a couple of minutes he had had an awful lot more cut off than his fringe.

so that's it.

i've had enough.

i am not taking part in the programme tomorrow.

i am not going to be chased around by some manic igloo.

and i am not sharing my stable with a penguin.