The Bunnington Post

Tag: Bink

  • Haas requests summer

    Orrite. ’nuff of da rain ‘n cold ‘n winds ORRITE, mah K’trijn doesn’ like wot it does ter her mane, and pers’nally, Ahm ready fer sum summer activerty, yeah. Bi’ o’ diggin’ wivaht da permafros’ ‘n mud, da odd ray ter warm me bones, an’ a bi’ of da green stuff growin’ beneef me footsies…

  • My darling Bink

    My darling Bink… Look at the state of him! This e.Cuniculi-thingy is twisting him around, and I do not mean in the ’round my little finger’ sense of the phrase. I am very worried. At first it was quite funny that he would fall over every time I unleashed my vigorous grooming technique on him.…

  • Bunningford Tunnel

    What? Is? This? So, this is in, yes? Going in side. For going inside. In. Yep, yep, it’s looking good Bink, this one’s for going in. So the other one is for going out. Nono, that’s out, not in, you want the other one for in. Going in. On the other side. Hang on Bink,…

  • 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…