Well, where do I begin? I was wrangled onto the less than satisfactory equine transport unit (no separate bathroom facilities, no Foxtel .... no TV, come to think of it) BEFORE IT WAS EVEN LIGHT yesterday morning. The latest member of the hoomans zoo GOT TO RIDE IN THE CHARIOT! Harrumph number one! Then a very long and bumpy journey ensued. I am convinced the hooman aims for every pothole and dip in the road. Harrumph number two! I am then unloaded and afforded the opportunity to eat and greet my minions (I didnt eat my minions, I ate grass. Punctuation and correct grammar saves lives). I was then feted and adored for several hours and had relaxed in the knowledge that now the hooman had witnessed the power I have over my people, I would be afforded the correct and proper mode of transport home and the hound could ride in the box on wheels. It seemed obvious to me. I am sure it would have to you. But oh no. Oh no, no, no. I am even evicted from my own equine transport by a bleaty thing with horns and unceremoniously SQUEEZED into a separate box on wheels WHICH CONTAINED BOXES, CARTONS AND A MARQUEE! DO I LOOK LIKE A BEING DESERVING OF SUCH TREATMENT? DO I RESEMBLE FURNITURE? I am nowhere near finished Harrumphing over this! There will be repercussions of a most serious nature and letters written. Harrumph!
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 00:31:08 +0000
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