Saturday, April 18, 2009

The day we were extremely naughty (or: just an ordinary day out of our lives)

It starts like every other day...the dales get loaded into the Airebus
and we are off to the beach...

As we cruise along, we watch the world go by.
Inky always gets particularly excited about the cows and sheep on the paddocks along the way while Molly takes the time to reflect on more philosophical subjects..

We arrive at destination and the dales disemBARK.

We all run (and nearly tumble head over paws) down the steps to the beach,
then straight into the water. C'mon pinkies, throw the ball!!

We have a good sniff around and check if there is anything rotten and rancid we can throw ourselves into and coat ourselves in a mad stink (mmmhh, maybe a bit of horse poo today...)

Then we have a good scoot around with Tim and go absolutely stir-crazy...

But hang on, there was that smell of horse poo...that's got to be more interesting than exercising the pinkies.

And BINGO!!! Some dude riding his horse, past the "No Horses Past This Sign"-sign, past the steps and straight into us.

[there is an interruption of photo documentation from this point until we get back to the car park as the pinkies deemed he situation too dangerous to be taking happy snaps]

Oh boy, are we going to have some fun with that horse!

We definitely ignore all the pinkies' calling and screaming and throwing of extremities in the air. Instead we encircle the horse (thank God, there is three of us) and Molly, always a good sport, starts nipping the horse in the ankles straight away.

Riley is the first one to be reeled back in by the pinkies (typical, male with no balls).
He gets tied to the steps but continues to give us barking support.

While Molly is attacking the horse from below, Inky tries to jump up to it's head - we always wanted a horse, this is a dream come true.

We both bark from the top of our lungs - we are having the time of our lives!!

While the dude is trying to keep the horse calm, Tim gives the guy a talking to, about going past the "No Horses Past This Sign" sign etc.
Tim, the guy was doing us a favour!!

Then the guy thinks that if he just walks the horse into the water, he would sure get rid of us.
Think again!

We follow him right in, we're not scared of nothing, especially not the water - this is our home turf!

Then Elfi stomps up the hill a bit, takes her pants off and comes running towards us.
Great, she's gonna have a swim with us and share in the joy of playing with the horse.
But what is she wearing??! She should have thought about going for a dip before she left the house...

The next thing we know is we get both grabbed by the collar and dragged out of the water...But mum, the horsie!!!

Elfi doesn't care. All dales get escorted off the beach and back to the car park.
It's walking 'heel' on lead all the way and not much talking. Oh boy...

Tim (not happy) loads the Airebus and it's off back into town.
What a shame.....

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