Fudge Meets the Farrier.

Mrs TD had business at The Drum Riding for the Disabled establishment this morning, with my good self as the chauffeur. It’s a good organisation where Herself volunteers for a morning a week and has a certificate commemorating her many years of dedicated service. While Herself was conducting said business, I wandered around looking for a Blip. I was fortunate enough to stumble upon the broad beam of Fudge with his offside rear stuck in an uncomfortable posture on a stand having its toenail trimmed.
 
The farrier, obviously bored with having his picture took – all day – every day, grunted his lack of objection when I asked and, by the time I had worked out a reasonable compostition, he had moved onto using his nail file.