Welcome to Bin-raiders of the lost (B)ark.
We are Beanz and Carlsberg, a dog and a cat living in The Tip with our humans. We tip a nod to our loyal contributor and friend Chips, who will live on in our memories for her spectacular adventures.
We are all superb rescue animals of Heinz variety, enjoying our 2nd chance to the full.
Beanz likes sunbathing and chasing rabbits, while Carlsberg prefers mushroom pate on toast.
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
Summary
British summer summarised in one sky. Plus TJam has just sprung a hole in her wellies.
We've given up on the weather, nothing makes sense anymore!
Tjam needs the wellies we had as kids the ugly black ones that were made from re-moulded tractor tyres, you could never wear them out only out grow them and then they got passed down!
3 comments:
we have decided there is no such thing as a British Summer, let alone a Barbeque Summer.
We are reverting to the idea of a constant winter, interrupted by bursts of sunshine, very occasionally.
But the new rule is also, this........
Everytime my Jeannie sticks her head out of the door to go out......the rain must fall down in a torrential downpour.
I rest my case, Beanz, my case is a heavy one. I am looking for a defence lawyer, are you any good at legal stuff?
your pal, Marvin xxxxxxx In The Dock xxxxxxxxxxx
Marvin I will help in any way I can. As long as I don't have to wear a wig.
i can only summise, but it is nature's way that things happen between cats and dogs. i think it is called misadventure. or similar.
chips manslaughtered a Jay once. TJam was mortified. It was just nature and bad luck. things happen.
hang in there my friend
x
We've given up on the weather, nothing makes sense anymore!
Tjam needs the wellies we had as kids the ugly black ones that were made from re-moulded tractor tyres, you could never wear them out only out grow them and then they got passed down!
Julie
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