Renaming
Grandad August 22nd, 2008
This place is turning into a zoo.
Our K8 has fecked off overseas and I am babysitting.
For once, it’s not the human kind of babysitting, more a case of animals and mechanics.
First of all I have their car taking up half my driveway. That is a bit of an embarrassment as it wouldn’t be my choice of car. Neighbourly impressions are important. So I have jacked it up onto concrete blocks and removed a few body panels. It looks much better now.
Then there is Wouldya. Now what kind of name is that for a dog? I feel daft shouting “Wouldya! Wouldya get that rock outa here!” It’s repetitive. So, as official guardian of this brainless lump of dogmeat, I have renamed him Darth Vader, or Vader for short. I feel much better shouting “Vader! Spit that child out!”
Lastly [but not leastly] there are a couple of guinea pigs.
Guinea pigs and I have never been on intimate terms in the past. I know nothing about them, so it’s a bit of a learning curve. I am beginning to learn which end is which.
They are named Fizz and Biddy which won’t do at all at all. I have renamed them Bubble and Squeak.
They are the noisiest pair of fuckers I have ever met.
How two little blobs of fur can make so much noise is beyond me.
They are in a cage at the other end of the room at the moment. There is a non-stop cacophony of crashes, clicks, squeaks, whistling, whirring and bubbling noises coming from them. Earlier one did a very good impression of a helicopter. They are providing endless amusement for Sandy who doesn’t have a clue what to make of them.
For a while, I contemplated doing some laboratory experiments on them, but I have a confession to make.
I’m growing quite fond of them.
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