Ohhhh Gary that is fantastic. Poor Rufus is laying in flat out on his back sleeping at present. I think he might be a bit scared of the wind out there.
I just laughed and laughed when I seen that. I hope nobody was walking past Miss Daisy or I could get put away.
He must have long legs to reach the pedals............Bill
GaryKelly said
07:06 PM May 27, 2014
Either that, Bill, or long pedals. And Shekon, don't be embarrassed by your relationship with Rufus... it's perfectly normal and healthy, as is mine with Bubba.
Had an occasion 20 plus years ago when I walked out of a shop with a cold milk drink.
My old pig dog was sitting behind the wheel of my 4by. and a young delivery driver climbed into the cab of his vehicle beside mine.
I just got into the passenger seat and he looked at the dog then me and I said, yes, he can drive but hasen't got a licence yet.
The problem is he can't read the questions.
Anyway it doesn't matter because we keep to the back streets.
He just looked at me and I am not sure if he was in shock or what.
It was such a good set up I couldn't resist the pantomine.
Have fun Haji-Baba
shekon said
04:52 PM May 28, 2014
Oh Dear I went shopping today in a little place, on my way to Bateman's Bay and well I came back to Miss Daisy with all sorts of carrying ons going on.
Seems Rufus had been out and about and found himself a girlfriend. He is quite smitten by her by the looks of things.
Here he is introducing her to the grandchildren bears.
Gary I would advise keeping a close eye on Bubba, because one just never knows what they get up to when you are not looking.
-- Edited by shekon on Wednesday 28th of May 2014 04:55:25 PM
I know exactly what you mean by the "Who me?" look when I get back to the camper, Shekon... the little devils. Congrats on your new addition... or his new addition... same thing. You'll never be lonely! As I wrote on my blog recently, isn't it wonderful to be at an age where you can be as eccentric as you like and peer pressure is no longer part of the equation? That, to me, is the true meaning of freedom.
Or, to quote the vernacular... bugger 'em.
-- Edited by GaryKelly on Thursday 29th of May 2014 09:46:45 AM
Bubba B taking lessons in PJ.
Ohhhh Gary that is fantastic. Poor Rufus is laying in flat out on his back sleeping at present. I think he might be a bit scared of the wind out there.
I just laughed and laughed when I seen that. I hope nobody was walking past Miss Daisy or I could get put away.
Either that, Bill, or long pedals. And Shekon, don't be embarrassed by your relationship with Rufus... it's perfectly normal and healthy, as is mine with Bubba.
Had an occasion 20 plus years ago when I walked out of a shop with a cold milk drink.
My old pig dog was sitting behind the wheel of my 4by. and a young delivery driver climbed into the cab of his vehicle beside mine.
I just got into the passenger seat and he looked at the dog then me and I said, yes, he can drive but hasen't got a licence yet.
The problem is he can't read the questions.
Anyway it doesn't matter because we keep to the back streets.
He just looked at me and I am not sure if he was in shock or what.
It was such a good set up I couldn't resist the pantomine.
Have fun Haji-Baba
Oh Dear I went shopping today in a little place, on my way to Bateman's Bay and well I came back to Miss Daisy with all sorts of carrying ons going on.
Seems Rufus had been out and about and found himself a girlfriend. He is quite smitten by her by the looks of things.
Here he is introducing her to the grandchildren bears.
Gary I would advise keeping a close eye on Bubba, because one just never knows what they get up to when you are not looking.
-- Edited by shekon on Wednesday 28th of May 2014 04:55:25 PM
I know exactly what you mean by the "Who me?" look when I get back to the camper, Shekon... the little devils. Congrats on your new addition... or his new addition... same thing. You'll never be lonely! As I wrote on my blog recently, isn't it wonderful to be at an age where you can be as eccentric as you like and peer pressure is no longer part of the equation? That, to me, is the true meaning of freedom.
Or, to quote the vernacular... bugger 'em.
-- Edited by GaryKelly on Thursday 29th of May 2014 09:46:45 AM