Georg and I won't be taking part in the chase this time. He's a bit under the weather these days. He's got worms. Poor boy. I've got him on meds, but he'll need to take it easy for a few days.
|Georg, Hildegunn and I. We use vests to avoid being mistaken for a moose...|
The fence-adventure was at the start of the chase. In Georg's mind that set the tone for the entire chase. This was scary. What does Georg do when things looks scary? Oh, he instantly becomes the biggest wuzz ever. The dude CRAWLED down every semi-steep hill. He whimpered and cried for EVERY tiny little creek he had to cross. He suddenly became unable to walk faster than at crawl-speed. etcetera and so on.
|The others were already eating hotdogs and drinking hot chocolate.|
|The young man in a red knitted hat, making a face, is our rescuer|
|Our neighbour farm lady is comforting Georg. He's telling her about how unfair life is...or perhaps begging for hotdogs|
Have a fantabulous weekend!