The Bunnington Post

Category: Bouffe

  • We’re back!

    Yes darlings, as you can see from the incredulous look on my pampered face, we’ve just returned from a mah-vel-lous week in our very exclusive spa resort for some well-earned treats and treatments. So relaxed was I after a week for top-notch brekkers and dinners, daily massages and above all, a break from the paps…

  • Basket case

    Try basket. Jump in basket. Get stuck in basket. Chew basket. Get tipped out by waitress. Snarf

  • Sanctions

    Jump on sofa. Waitress chases me off. Shake tail. Look smart. Jump on sofa. Waitress chases me off. Binky onto floor. Wait a little. … Jump on sofa. Waitress is on to me. Hop down. Study waitress. Looks alert. Have a snooze under chair for half an hour. Try again. Jump on sofa. Waitress chases…

  • Exposed: Hay Scandal

    Appalling hay service. I like hay. I want my hay served to me where I am. On the sofa. On the door mat. Under the vegetable dispenser [the fridge – ed.]. On the antique blue chair. Under the table. On my roof. Not just in the hay rack in my home. Help myself I will.

  • Bouffe impresses

    She liked my ball. My doll Delores was impressed. I like her very much. I also like to kiss the camera.

  • The lie of the land

    I like the grass. Grass is good. Outside is good. Acceleration is good. My new country mansion here. Delores over there. Me next to Delores. Cuddling.

  • The Lady pays a visit

    Poor me. Those bottae-cleansing sessions in the servants’ ‘spa’ seem to have become a weekly thing now. Really I don’t see why we have to bother, except of course that if I’m honest, I do like the clean feeling afterwards and things are generally more pleasant in the under-tail-regions now. As an added bonus I…

  • Floppage tutorial

    Advanced floppage tutorial: tail position.

  • A disastrous week

    Dearest darlings! Apologies for the radio silence since last week’s confirmation of Bouffe’s health and disposition. It has been a traumatic few days for us all, but you’ll be pleased to hear we are all alive and well. Saturday: Katrijn was forced to endure blustery winds while playing in the country mansion. The resulting outcome…

  • Bouffe is not dead

    Reports of my death are grossly exaggerated I “cocoon”