The Bunnington Post

Category: Bink

  • Memory Lane

    Ah… the good old days when I didn’t have a wife who ate all the grass… … and I could spend time dreaming in peace without demands for, er, cuddles!

  • Some like it hot… or not

    Bink, they’re back again… away with thee, pap Bink… Say something Hm? Whazzup Lo… Too hot… Not my thing I’ll get Haas on it… he… …does overexitement like no other… pffffff… …. wouldn’t count on it

  • My dishy man

    Isn’t he to die for? I am telling you, I could just eat him alive.  Positively dishy, darling!

  • Mortgage statements

    Oh, here we go. The dreaded mortgage statement… Might as well bite the bullet. Are we going to be repossessed or not? Hm. See, Bink doesn’t like the look of this at all either. I think I’m just going to walk away from the whole mess.

  • Brekkers, The Sequel

  • I’ll have what she’s having

    Lately not been feeling too perky.  My food just doesn’t seem to taste as good.  It’s nothing to do with the service or anything, although I did like the winter menu better than the current summer selection.  More stodgy stuff and more, well, more.  Volume matters you know. Ooh, funny tummy…  have a lie-down methinks.…

  • I don’t think so

    What? Play outside? Yah.  We don’t trust your motives anymore, in case you hadn’t noticed.  Too many vets in your world, sister.  Find another bun to torture!

  • No vet required. Honest, guv!

    Why do we get dragged off to that horrid vet-man twice in the space of three days?  It’s so unnecessary.  We’re just minding our own business, right?  I feel fine. Move over, Bink. You know what?  I feel just fine.  See?  All perky and stuff, engaging with my environment, showing an interest in people and…

  • Buns a-chillin’

    Aaah… this is the life.  Warm enough to want shade, what else could a bun want? Itchy fur though.  The one downside of the change of seasons. Delores darling, give us a scratch, right there, ooh yes, very good, much better, ta

  • A visitor

    Oh no, oh no, oh no nonononoooo, I’m alone Delores, where is my wife?  Delores darling, where are you? She hasn’t become invisible too has she?  She can’t be, she’s a harlequin, everybody knows they’re earth bunnies, not from Bunnifrey! Lolo darling? No… Breakfast, whatever.  It’s been a cold, long, dark, lonely night without my…