Being a Pooch-toy is no easy task. A moment after Dad took this, Ewe was seized and shaken vigorously - with some ferocious-sounding growls even if I do say so myself. So far Ewe has stood up to play-time much better than expected, outlasting Pheasant, Hippo and Bear. I have grown quite fond of Ewe and insist on having Ewe in the kitchen with me each night where I sleep. The only thing is, Mum keeps grabbing Ewe and putting her in the washing machine. When Ewe comes out of the washing machine she is all white and smells funny - so there is nothing for it but to play with her in the garden for a while until she smells normal again!

(dad: what's with this "35mm equivalent" stuff in the exif? anyone know?!)