She's got hooves, preposterous hooves

Reg wasn't impressed at being woken by my squeaky brakes, and stuck his tongue out at me petulantly.

Until about 30 seconds ago, he had been out for the count.... dreaming of galloping along the beach which was only a railway line and half a mile of golf course away.

He bounced up on all four, and in the process, woke everyone else up too - except for Clarence. His snoring was drowning out the noise of everything else around, and he slept on... confusing the snoring with the occasional fart.

Perce, with his black face, was struggling to wake up. He had been sleeping on his nose, and the chances were that he was gonna tip back over and drift off again.

But Gordon, ah, Gordon. he was delighted that people were coming past again. He'd just had his Paul Weller Fringe cut in yesterday afternoon, and not that many people had seen it yet. So he sat up, close to the fence, all the better for people to admire him.