The Bunnington Post

Category: Delores

  • Bossy Delores

    I’m busy. I’m busy. I’m busy digging! Go away Bink, you’re messing up the system…

  • It wasn’t me

    Who made that mess? I had nothing to do with this. Not my doing. You know better than to accuse me, I don’t play with hay, I eat it! The thought alone. Pah! Should I tell her I was looking for the fashion pages and I just got a little overexited at the thought of…

  • Thanks for nothing

    I can’t believe my eyes. What do we call this?! It’s green, and it’s lush, and it’s dripping with rain. This is not my garden! My garden is burnt yellow where I had not yet managed to turn it into bare, hard, sun-baked soil through my hard work. Now look at this: four days of…

  • Sudoku

    It’s a a riddle. I think it’s a Sudoku. Bink? BINK! It’s a Sudoku, yes? It’s edible, therefore it is a Sudoku. Very nice.

  • Cabbage from Coffee and Marmalade

    Pom pom pom Just minding my own business Interesting Tupperware down here, shall I go and toss it around for a bit? Huh? FOOD!  CABBAGE!!  My favourite, together with carrots, parsnips, spring greens, celery, grass, dandelions, clover, hay and banana chips…  Quickly, before Delores sniffs this one out GIMME! Delores, Delores!  I have cabbage! Oh no,…

  • Pipe

    So I’m a little on the large side to precisely fit into my favourite pipe, so what I’m still a stylish lady, big or not!

  • Also cute

    Haas, Haas, Haas, I am sick of hearing the name Haas!  Yes, Haas was nearly dead. Yes, Haas is now the Most Expensive Rabbit Who Ever Lived.  Yes, Haas is a Teletubby. Yes, Haas did/did not have lipstick in his fur.  Yes, Haas is cute. Guess what though… So are we!

  • Myopic Vet

    What is the matter with my vet? First I’ve had my precious bum desecrated for no good reason, now they don’t seem able to tell the difference between me and Haas. Nasty, nasty meds. Do I even remotely resemble Haas?? I have the nose-stripe trend down to a T darling, much as I adore Haas,…

  • Bumming around

    How degrading. Here I am, enjoying the peace of my country retreat and all of a sudden I am swept up, plonked down on a towel (I won’t even bother to inform you of the thread count – shudder) and, er, exposed. Flystrike, my arse! Bink I hate it when this happens. Same story, every…

  • Style advice with Delores

    For those of you who are under the impression that the WAG-style oversized accessory has had its time, think again. Do ditch that huge tote full of stuff you don’t need anyway and just pulls your buttery soft leather Balenciaga out of shape if it doesn’t get stuck between your Chelsea Tractor seats first, but…