The Friday (Bert) photo: I want the bunny, though…
Okay, so here he is, especially for Moon. Sadly, he’s not doing anything cute, or funny, or naughty. In fact, he hasn’t done anything except this:
… for several hours, since we went for a walk and discovered what we suspect to be Bert’s arch enemy, The Nasty Nemesis Hare ( the one who lolloped round the field, bimbling very close to windows where Bert happened to be, looking suspiciously like he was on a bit of a wind up) squished in the lane outside the house. No longer will he saunter smugly past the window, furry face set in a hare-approximation of disdain, sticking his little tongue out as Bert leaves great pools of drool on the windowsills and sings a very bad Edith Piaf impression of absolute, jaw-clenching frustration… Nope, he’s an ex-parrot.
And because Bert can just about see the aforementioned squished hare if he really cranes his neck, sadly his little peanut greyhound brain can focus on nothing else. I mean, look at the expression. I’ve tried to gently break it to him, that his furry tormentor is no more, but sadly, Bert will probably sit there until tomorrow morning, when he will discover that the flattened ex-hare has been taken by a fox, and stare for another couple of hours in a sad, disbelieving trance at the place where Nemesis Hare met his maker. Bless.
And for those of you who haven’t visited before, no it’s not a very small sofa, it’s an utterly enormous horse-sized, somewhat bewildered and incredibly stupid dog. Just thought I’d clear that up.
But Bert looks beautiful!
Mary: I never cease to be surprised by just how big they are – huge back legs and twice the size of the rabbits in the field. No wonder he was impressed. And thanks, I’ll pass on your compliment x
June: As always, he’s having his full hug quotient
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DBM: Revolting aren’t they. The dead one down the boat road got a tender lick before he was yanked away, and now this. I’ll have to find another walk!!
Kate: They’re so funny aren’t they? I gave him a little kiss on the cheek and his eyes barely flicked towards me (‘get off me woman, I’m busy’)!!
TC: Er no. He’s been sleeping a lot. I actually thought he looked a bit thinner (if that’s possible) and wondered if they remembered to feed him while I was in Florida – there were lots of innocent looks and reassurances, so I’m pretty sure that’s it.
Highlighting your blog on BMB this week….
Poor eejit. ;P
MM: Hey! Oh that’s nice, thank you. I’ll pop over and say hi xx
Jen: Existential angst? Maybe that explains the shoe farming too? Gah… x