So, while I was playing golf my alpaca man rang to say he was going past my gate, and had a black boy needing rehoming. He knew I had aways wanted a black one, so I said yes - the way you do. That was just the beginning of my two day woes. Turns out Toby must have had a bad experience with a black one at his previous home, and turned into an evil murdering bastard. Poor Charlie here was a very sorry victim. We separated them into different paddocks, but Toby was so mad, he jumped the fence. Overnight we had two on one side and three on the other... to be continued
