Who wants horse poo or sheep poo when you can have real alpaca poo.
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2 comments:
And is it as good for the garden as horse poo is supposed to be? Did you try?
No, didn't actually buy any as our boot was already full with our retreat pharaphanalia (or however you spell that word. The spellchecker is frowning but it is too late to reach for the dictionary!Goodnight.
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