ello again animal lovers everywhere here we are again with another slice of our eccentric and demented pets in our lives. We've left it this long for you to pull yourself together; now it's time for round two.
We’ll start off with Fluffy Tail the cooler king.
Fluffy Tail was an ordinary household rabbit, short-haired white with a grey tail and black nose. He like any other rabbit lived in a hatch with a run in the garden from which he escaped on numerous occasions and not by pole vaulting over the fence like Steve McQueen but by tunnelling his way out maybe. Was it Hatch 113?
Ye, you did read that right, viewed captivity as a distraction and the run as Hut 113 as featured in the film The Great Escape starring Steve McQueen we'll never really know what was going on in his mind but we like to think of him as the cooler king; we’ll never know really. Hawkeye is trying to imagine my fluffy on a Triumph Bonneville or a BMW R75. “Hawkeye, he’s not Steve McQueen”.
Micky 57 the jailbreaker.
A family pet dog of no fixed parentage, a very lovable medium-sized dog the size of a Staffordshire Bull Terrier who loved loads of attention but sadly there were times where we couldn't give him what he always wanted which often led disastrous consequences the oddest and memorable as follows...
There were two incidents concerning this short haired brown and white dog. The first we were going to see the Grandparents and he gave chase following us down the road. We ended up having to take him with us. The second was whilst he was confined to the kitchen where during the night he removed half a curtain! He disappeared without trace. I often wonder what was going on in his mind.
Jenna the Matchmaker.
My dear Hawkeye is like any other man. He has he loved both women, cars and animals. Jenna was a short-haired tabby with oversized but beautiful markings there were many nights where Hawkeye got intimate with this cats owner and she would scare him by jumping on his back from the wardrobe. She knew he wouldn't ignore her. She actually helped bring us together he told me. Another time, well quite a few actually, she would ambush Hawkeye by riding on the door to the room in which he stayed. When he entered and put his baggage down, she would jump on his back. He’d say “I need some help in here. I’ve got a growth on my back”. She knew he wouldn’t ignore her. He suspects it was just an excuse for another fuss.
She wasn’t dull and knew how to get what she wanted. She loved to climb into bed with us. No problem, but we didn’t have anything on! And she came in from the cold and made sure she got where it was warm. Holding back the tears, Hawkeye is not hard.
Rupert the cat.
Yes, you did read that right, my dear Hawkeye in a moment of inspiration named a black short haired tomcat Rupert. He naturally blames Nelson when cornered. Hawkeye had him for about 15 years. He had a good life in Underwood near Magor. He was an adventurous moggy and loved our neighbour's Morris car (also known as moggy's). Rupert would often get on the roof of the Morris where he would sun himself and let the world go by. There was one unforgettable day in the summer when moggy with Hawkey's moggy on its roof pulled off from the street. The shocked driver was amazed, as being a careful driver he wasn't frightened by this incident, in fact, he did it all the more. Jenna was the same riding off the roof of their family cars, a Renault and a Citroen Dyanne.
Well, that's it from the barking mad files of Newport City Radio. See you soon you wonderful pet loving people of Newport and beyond. Take care of yourselves and each other don't do anything we would and will be writing again soon don't worry. This is Hawkeye and Dangerous blogging off.
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