Posted by: John Colby | Saturday July 23 2011

Celtic Terrors Summer Holiday Dogblog 2011, 03, Saturday 23rd July 2011

Celtic Terrors Summer Holiday Dogblog 2011, 03, Saturday 23rd July 2011

Prevous Instalment

Never seen her do that before.

Neither have I – throw her dressing gown into the garden and streak round the kitchen. Things wobbling everywhere.

Acting as if she was stung.

Maybe she was.

Ah, she’s going to the pharmacist – probably was stung. He’s driving.

So why have they stopped?

Now they’re out of the car. And chasing a rabbit.

Hey – that’s my job – I’ll be on to the Union about this!

But this is a black and white one – not a brown one. Someone’s pet, probably.

But why are they chasing it? I’ll catch it for them.

I think they want it in one piece.

Now someone else has stopped – says she has rabbits– they’re not very good at chasin. Haven’t caught it.

Says she who has also never …

All right, don’t go on.

That rabbit’s leading them a right dance!

Now they’ve got a carrot from somewhere.

And now it’s in captivity.

Nearly out again. Now he’s got it. Where’s he taking it?

To the vet’s probably.

Yes, there he goes.

And he’s come out without it. They must know who’s it is. Happy ending, then.

Except for lunch.

They’re back.

Obviously she’s OK – that’s good. Now he’s off again with a load of rubbish.

Going to see the Lone Ranger?

Huh?

To the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump …

Grief. You’ve renewed your poetic licence with the free jokes module, haven’t you?

Yep!

Spare us!

Nope!

So he’s back and pumping the tyres up with his new compressor.

Now he’s swearing again. Something about a ******* ******** pressure gauge being wrong.

Off again. Probably to get a new one.

And back. And onto the tyres.

Now onto washing the car.

Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you …

Who?

The car. Long time since he last cleaned it.

I must learn to stop asking these questions.

And now they’re washing the caravan. And she’s been putting our beds together!

Think they’re their beds.

That’s what they think, but we’ll let them share them.

And now they’re loading the van. And he’s putting the roofbox on the car.

Looks like we’re going to be ready, then.

And in a burrow, far, far away

Rabbit 1: It’s that time of the year again. They’re coming on Monday.

Rabbit 2: How do you know.

Rabbit 3: You’ve not been hacking their computer again, have you?. We know it’s all the rage but there are limits.

Rabbit 1: Nothing like that – I just used one of the social networks.

Rabbit 2: Which one?

Rabbit 1: The one the sparrows use.

Rabbit 3: Which is?

Rabbit 1: Twitter.

Rabbit 3: You’re making that up!

Rabbit 1: But they’ll be down in a couple of days. We’ll have to start planning.

Back at base

Sandy – they know we’re coming.

Who?

The rabbits.

I expected they would. They’re so predictable – remember what they called their search engine for rabbits?

Bungle. How could I ever forget.

And now they know we’re on the way. Amazing what a little Social Engineering does.

So you planted a couple of hints.

And now we wait. But there’s a bit of a problem with blogging tomorrow.

Problem? How come?

No Woof-Fi at the campsite in Tiverton.

Next Instalment

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Responses

  1. Have a great time chasing all the wild rabbits. People get upset if you chase pet rabbits.


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