CorvusCorax
Deary me...
Dear Irish Hare,
Whilst I am delighted and priveliged to share this hilly, boggy, rocky bit of land with such a noble and admired species, would you kindly please 'do one' now?
I am sure there are plenty of other places than this particular couple of acres, that you could hang out in.
Tonight, for the second time in a week, I have watched, with my heart in my mouth, as my beloved boy has, er, 'hared' off into the trees after one of your speeding, blurry colleagues.
For the second time in a week I have stood helpless - with images of said projectile leading him into the loose herd of sheep in the forest, or onto the nearest main road, flooding my mind.
For the second time in a week I have had to sit down and have a cup of strong tea to calm my jellified legs.
For the second time in a week my voice has gone hoarse, and I have had a big, wet, smelly face because I buried it in my boy's neck and gave him a massive hug and kiss, because he returned following my third hysterical, earth-shattering rendition of 'PUPPY!!! COOOMMMEEE!'.
And finally, just be glad he is a) not a lurcher and b) realistic about his chances of actually catching you.
Many thanks, and wishing you all the best in finding a new, less stressful stomping ground,
Hacking Hack
(Feel free to address your species of choice, HHO'ers!)
Whilst I am delighted and priveliged to share this hilly, boggy, rocky bit of land with such a noble and admired species, would you kindly please 'do one' now?
I am sure there are plenty of other places than this particular couple of acres, that you could hang out in.
Tonight, for the second time in a week, I have watched, with my heart in my mouth, as my beloved boy has, er, 'hared' off into the trees after one of your speeding, blurry colleagues.
For the second time in a week I have stood helpless - with images of said projectile leading him into the loose herd of sheep in the forest, or onto the nearest main road, flooding my mind.
For the second time in a week I have had to sit down and have a cup of strong tea to calm my jellified legs.
For the second time in a week my voice has gone hoarse, and I have had a big, wet, smelly face because I buried it in my boy's neck and gave him a massive hug and kiss, because he returned following my third hysterical, earth-shattering rendition of 'PUPPY!!! COOOMMMEEE!'.
And finally, just be glad he is a) not a lurcher and b) realistic about his chances of actually catching you.
Many thanks, and wishing you all the best in finding a new, less stressful stomping ground,
Hacking Hack
(Feel free to address your species of choice, HHO'ers!)