Ooh, I can just about see a pap hiding behind the washing line. He’s trying to snap me with my mane looking dishevelled. Pah! Just had it brushed and lovingly tended to by my Haas, who loves to nibble on the sprigs of hay I sometimes keep to hand for a late night snack. I happen to know I will look glorious on the pages of the Bunnington Post.
Snap away, pap!