Mind you, they get fed properly by their owners; we merely provide the afternoon treats.
Still, I had a pang of guilt this afternoon and went over to give Buddy, who was on his own in the corner, the first bite of a carrot. Well!
It was a mad rush. I had to call out to Mick to bring extra supplies.
Tuppence had an early lead:
But Wiz soon barged his way forward, as always:
In response, Biscuit cunningly set her phasers to "supercute":
This naturally prompted an uncontrollable urge to save her, somehow (throw half a carrot at her hooves), which in turn got right up Tuppence's not inconsiderable nose:
Not to be dissuaded, even after being chased around the paddock, Biscuit snuck back in (I'm beginning to think she's not as helpless as she looks):
Alas, the carrots were all gone by this stage, but then so were any misgivings, it seems:
Mick has since driven to the fruit-and-veg place near East Maitland and bought a bag of discounted apples and extra carrots for tomorrow, so we can feed Buddy and Biscuit in peace while Wiz and Tuppence are off somewhere.
Okay, so they're proxy pets.
At least we don't have to pay the vet's bill.
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