Its getting to that time of year when the human arrives home from work after it gets dark. The head torch died a messy death (fell off the humans head into the stream) and the handheld torch had a dodgy end and spat its own batteries out all over the field. This leaves the iPhone torch. Picture the scene. The human is trying to put my rug on whilst keeping the phone out of the reach of two sets of irate Haflinger teeth because dinner is late. I am dancing a merry dance because Im a bit chilly and SFP is testing to see if the fence is still on because he wants more grass. The phone rings. Its the humans work. She is now trying to do up my rug in the dark with the phone wedged between ear and shoulder whilst holding a conversation about an important booking. At this precise moment, SFP discovers the fence is on. It took the human 10 minutes to find the phone in the nettles and another 10 minutes to apologise to the client who had to listen to her shouting at us while looking for the phone. We think the client learned some new words too....
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 20:40:10 +0000