Stalker

The morning was clear and crisp and full with the promise of spring. I walked the short walk to the row of mailboxes and inserted my key.


"Surprise!" The voice shouted.



I wasn't surprised and knew the answer already but I asked anyway.

"Who are you and why are you stalking me?"

"Hey, Lady! I'm pain, It's what I do!"

At  The Movies 

"One please ."

I pushed through the turn stile and handed my ticket to the guy working the line.

He studied it  a moment before tearing it in half and handing me the stub.

"Royle Paine, huh?

 Heard it got bad reviews.

“ Movie Theatre 12, ”    He said without looking up.

Movie Theatre 12 turned out to be quite a trek  and  I was more than ready to sit down by the time I reached it.  The place was almost empty save two old ladies whispering together in the second row.  I   hobbled past them up the risers and took a seat against the wall under the projection booth.    I wanted to be alone.

 I enjoyed  British comedies and settled in for what I hoped would be a couple hours of welcome diversion.  But it was at that moment, the double doors whooshed open and there standing in a single beam of light was my stalker. He’d spoiled a perfectly wonderful morning yesterday and now he had found me again.  I slouched down as far as I could in my seat but I knew he’d seen me.

“Hello Ducky.”  He said in a most  horribly fake British accent as he slid into the seat next to me.

CC Copyright 2011 by DJL

Happy Birthday Dodge City Kitty!

Hoppy Valentine's Day!

On Monkeys

 "Monkeys"
and what I know about them


Once, I read an article published eons ago in The Harvard Business Journal. It's all about the care and feeding of monkeys. (Monkeys, being problems) It was  originally written as a management tool, but I have applied it to my life and I realize today, I should read this again every year at the very least.


Here's what I've learned about "monkeys"


1.  If a monkey doesn't belong  to you, don't take him in to care for and don't  feel guilty because you  don't.


2.  If a monkey is yours, care for him. ( I believe we all need to be responsible monkey keepers) BUT always be searching of a way to rid yourself of this beggar.  Monkeys kept too long often become snarly, unruly and can bite really hard.


3.  Realize that some monkeys  can never leave.


4.   Never entertain old monkeys!  They will always come back to  visit but for gosh sakes, don't feed them!

~Hare

                                     

Something Most Fowl

Last Winter Dheep Dawg and I fed the geese and ducks countless bags of corn. Unforseen events caused us to stop feeding our friends in the spring.

I walked to the road edge to stare at the almost frozen lake not long ago and suddenly one duck started to make a ruckus.  Then that same duck headed up the slope, quacking all the way with others taking up the quack and following the first duck.  It only took one duck to remember.

So, we are feeding the fowls again.   They even  formed a  duck line and followed me to the mailbox and back.

One goose in particular I named "Gimp"  is still around. We always gave him a little extra.  Here are pics from this evening.

 

Hoppy Hare-lo-ween!

*FLASH* Bunneh Racer

FLASH-World Famous Bunneh Racer

About da Bunneh-

Full Name:  Flash Victoria SpeedBump Dale Bunnrnhart Gordon

Nick Names:   Fluffy , Freckles, Huck A-hun of Burning Fuzzy Love (my Buny Buck  Friend calls me that), Hausenpheffer, & Speedy Bunn Gonzalez      
                       
YEARS RACING ON THE CIRCUIT: 3 years Daytona : 2 Years Indianapolis Bunny Speedway..WINNER both years : Bunny 500!  WINNER 15 times - Turtle and Hare Race---- Are you Kidding?  WINNER!

PEDIGREE  Father : Flash Gordon Wonder Bunn
                    Father:  Dale Bunnhart
                   Mother : Angela Andretti

Favorite Color:  Purple & Lime Green

Favorite Song:  "Hoppin' All Over the World"
From Classic Bunny Tunes  http://www.freewebs.com/bunnytunes/

Favorite Food:  Carrots, Raisins, Graham Crackers, Cilantro, Parsley &Sprouts ; Fresh Mint. HEY! I couldn't  decide!

COMMENTS: I have been a racing bunn all my life.   All of my family are racers!  I strive for Bunn Excellence and  I admit I have a weakness for shiny  gleaming trophies.  May the Best Bunn Win... umm that will be me of course!  HOO!

MOTTO:  “You’re no bunny ‘till some bunny loves you”

My Owner &Trainer ; Tranier  is : Hare
erTrain I accept BUT NoBunny Owns me!
@@@ I am a free range Bunneh-Oh Yeah@@@
 
~Please~
To schedule Personal Appearances, Book Signings, Charity Events,  Photo Ops, New Nests Dedications and Pawtographs,  Please contact my agent:
 Hare (she is extremely slow but she is loyal )

Here is a description of my last race.  I have since retired from racing .

I exist in a land called Second Life.

--Second Life In- World Race  Owners and Trainers check the racing circle.  

Hare kept offering racing tips and encouragement. 

 I finally told  her to "Stiffle it!"  I am a professional!  I KNOW my business!                                   

Everybunn was excited! 

 The golden gate was lifted and most everybunn hopped out.  

First bunn to cross the red circle was the winner!

At first, I was stunned by all the lights and noise and  was frozen in place (which is unusual for me.  I am usually a rocket!) 

Upon reflection, I think  the cause of my problem was that  I took a great interest in this  Beautiful Chocolate Mini Rex Buck  with deep brown eyes.  

He was not in the race!  I guess his owner brought him to see the excitement.  He appeared very happy and he winked at me a couple of times and I winked back as any doe of good breeding would do. 

A cheer wnet up from the crowd which bolted my attention back to the race . I quickly regained my  concentration  and  turned my gaze from tthe pawsome buck and binky-ed high  in the air.  

I would have won too but a  bunneh named Evil Eye must have put a hex or something on me.   I was frozen again and lost the race.

 I, of course, congratulated the winners because that is the sporting thing to do but I was clearly disappointed.  I didn't linger after the race.  I went to my trailer and closed the door.