Trying

Happy Birthday Other Dad! The glorious birthday dawned a tad dull but warm with the odd shower. Dad came and sorted us out - syringed Dibby's molars with water as best he could - groomed, doused in fly spray and put us out to graze by 9.15 or so.

Ken's clinic continued in the school, but Dibby and I aren't joining in this time round. Dad and I will have to practice bendy necks a little more and see if there's any point. Unlikely, but Dad says we shall keep trying. At least I think that's what he meant when he said "Cobs are trying."