Those pesky cows, at it again. The Poser was at school, and I didn't move them. It remains a mystery.
I think it's all just too much for poor Fred. The brush with death. The paparazzi. The Fritos. The coffee. He seems to have been pushed too far. And poor Bessie doesn't seem to know what to do. Look at her, trying to talk him down. So soon after thinking she'd lost him. I feel for Bessie, really. Fred's just begging for attention.
Whatever will happen next? I didn't think there were any more ways to pose these two. Well, except for the way my hunny posed them after the kids were in bed, but I didn't get a picture of that.
Off to the ball. Until I write again ...