I hate this furry critter - I do, I do , I do!
We had a little mosey back on down to Castletown a little while back, to take in the delights of the Southern Agricultural Fayre. Of course, being on Craggy Island, this had a few of it's own unique attractions.. like the ferrets, for example.
A very sound word of advice here; don't ever get bitten by a ferret, never, ever, not never, 'cos the sodding little blighters don't let go, not until their teeth are drilled from out from their skulls, so's they don't. I am not kidding you here folks, listen to the voice of experience - don't ever volunteer to hold one. Luckily, due to that other little mishap I'd had a few months back, I'm still up to date with my technis shots, thus the family wound up voting a trip to the ER unnecessary, rendering me reluctantly obliged to gamely plough on..
(Can I interject here that my laptop doesn't have a mouse?) Anyways, as you can see, no expense was spared on the entertainments - gave a whole new twist to slap-stick, and it certainly drew my mind off the throbbing thumb, especially when I witnessed this poor chappie fall in to a bone-crunching heap at our feet (though I might add, when the St. Johns ambulance crew arrived, I was sadly miffed to find my family bodily restraining me from presenting my injury to them).
It did actually cross my mind to have a word with the Mayor about the dangers of feeding folk to ferrets, but my guess is, judging by his expression, he'd already been there.
So we moved swiftly on to the vegetable sculptures, and such a fine array there was, too. (Despite the youngest having to sleep in our bed come night time..)
I couldn't resist a photo opportunity; this one's for you, Bruno. See, I can handle a little 'un, no problem! (Oh ye of little faith..)
I'm telling you Bruno, you would have loved the vintage section (bear with me here folks, I know most of us find tractors about as fascinating as watching Great Aunt Enid slurp tea from a saucer, but to Bruno these piccy's are better than a free sweetie-shop to a clutch of kids). There were more, but I don't want to lose my readership - sorry Bruno.
I must confess, the highlight of my day was humiliating the mutt, making him watch his fellow canines run circles round him. He did remind me he's far better with blind folk, and that these show-off's are probably rubbish given a field full of sheep to round up. (Two words Jake; sour, and grapes, my friend.) Anyways, this bit here is really for my other cannine friend, Bosco, 'cos unlike my own hapless hound, I'm sure he would know how to give these guys a decent run for their money.
Aww. One day I will write a post about Bessie-Boots, my own dearly beloved border collie, she followed me everywhere, even came to work with me. She knew a few good tricks of her own, one of which was to sit between my future hubby and I on the couch, bearing her fangs any time he tried to put any moves on me - bless her, eh? Still, even I have to confess I think she would have been pretty hard pressed to compete against this talented and athletic bunch.
We knew it was time to head for home when the horsey events trotted round - Sam is a great horseman, and "Riding for the Disabled" have been after him for a while to train him up for the "Special Olympics". Sam being Sam, he's having no part of it, which is fair enough. But now he gets a little twitchy around organised events; ever the suspicious one, he's convinced one day he'll be high-jacked and made to perform.. I really must work on this boy's trust issues!
(Do you think her bum looks big in this?)