Oh no, not that ball again! Do you know, my owner is just so predictable. Every holiday that she has, I can guarantee that at some point that ball will make an appearance.
Even more humiliating is the fact that Harry positively enjoys playing with it
He likes a game of football, kicking it round the field.
But I am a little more cautious. I do not trust big green balls that seem to have a mind of their own
I will give it a sniff but there is no way I am going to lay a hoof on it.
My owner then had another ridiculous idea of me following Harry and his owner to the top of the hill, then we would both canter down with our manes blowing in the wind for the photo. I preferred to stop and eat the non-existent grass.
Too late, Harry's owner realised I wasn't following and came back to chivvy me on. Harry watched smirking.
Now it's my turn to smirk as I watched him being 'coaxed' down the hill. Hardly the stuff of hair shampoo photos is it!
But the owners did not give up, so up we went again
This time I got a move on but I took the easiest way down along the fence line
Do they think I'm stupid?
My owner trudged up. Told me not to be a Diva and sent me packing after Harry and his owner who had already reached the bottom. However, all she got was the back view this time!
In the end, there was no wind anyway, so she just had to make do with this shot after all.