Posts Tagged ‘weird’

As you can see our resident dabbit is a real stand-out guy.

What’s a dabbit, you say?

Half duck, half rabbit. 

Dabbit.

 

Whatever will be

 

We’ve told him and we’ve told him: If you’re going to come spotting with us you need to be clear-headed! But Reginald likes to tipple. There – it’s out. No more secrets. He enjoys a slug of Ol’ Whatsit every so often – ok, a little more often than ‘every so often’ – and it really shows when he tries to take on important assignments. Like spotting. 

I mean, is there anything more important than spotting? You just can’t be sloshed when you’re spotting, any more than you should be sloshed when you’re driving. Spotting comes with heavy responsibilities and if you can’t tell real from copy when you’re spotting then maybe you should just lie down and watch the world spin around. 

We’ve tried to get at the reason for him tippling, but he’s very mum on the subject: he just taps his nose with his right paw and says “mum”, like we’re supposed to know what that means. Maybe he misses his Mommy in Toronto. He came from there, moved back, came west again, went east, came back, went for a visit. He’s probably working through some traumas from his days at the Canadian Red Cross.

Anyway, spotting, for Reginald, is an accident waiting to happen. We love him, but the regulars get quite upset when he comes along because they have to keep helping him up. See here how Snerkie chastises him while Snick tries to ignore him. 

We love him. Reggie is a big part of our critter family, and not just because of his nose – which is enormous, by the way. We will never, ever, give up on him. But I don’t think we’ll let him go spotting anymore. I think I’ll assign him to something more in line with his talents. 

Like politics. 

 

On Loving 

 

You’re never more grateful for home than when you’re going away for a while.

At a recent Society meeting UJ told us of a fine young man named Isaac, in Michigan, who, he has learned, has never had the benefit of the friendship, the companionship, the love of a critter – at all – in his life, and he asked for a volunteer to go to this young man and be what he needs now.

I am proud to say that Snook – brother to Snerk and Snick and Snuck and Sneek – immediately put up his paw and said that he would be happy to go and put his training to good use with Isaac, and this has already been put in to effect. Society funds were used to arrange portage, and he is on his way as we speak.

We will miss Snook, but we understand he is going to a place where he will be loved very much, and that makes us happy.

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This truly is what being a critter is all about.