Sunday, 31 July 2011

July 31st

Out hunting tourists
After a lovely breakfast under the neighbours hazelnuts fields Big Daddy was crossing the road to get home in time for his pre-lunch nap, when two German tourist came walking down the road in his direction. Strangely enough the sight of a pig crossing the road was somewhat surprising for the tourist, but in stead of the normal “Oh, isn’t he beautiful, can I touch him?” sounds that normally come out of these kind of humans mouths, they didn’t say anything. They didn’t move either, they stood perfectly still like they were completely frozen. Really, that is not a good look for most people, neither for human tourist walking slowly around in brand new jogging equipment. Off course Big Daddy couldn’t be bothered with them, but the Sheppard could. She thought it best to let them know that with their strange behaviour (not at once saying; “OOOH What a beautiful looking dog”) it was best to give them and warning and let them know they were not welcome at her beloved home. So she did. Unfortunately the tourist didn’t understand dog, neither Italian nor English. Our human had in the end to collect them and guide them past 2 rather bored dogs. Why the tourists sounded angry is beyond us. If you can’t handle the local welcome in the countryside, PLEASE stay in the city!
Big Daddy has afterwards been heard mumbling: “What did they mean with wild boar? I am an incredible good looking pig for heavens sake!”
Photo: Dangerous looking pigs(/wild boars), dangerous looking (guard)dog. 

New citizen
We are thrilled to announce that a new citizen has hatched. A peachick did finally leave the egg, and is currently under the safe wings of Miss M. This is our first peacock citizen, and we could only been happier if several eggs had hatched. Not to worry, it is always next year.
The Peachick say:”PIIIIIIIIIP”

A certain fig tree has lately been growing completely wild. New fig leaves where popping out everywhere. Therefore two experts were called upon to prune the tree back to a normal size. Luckily the two experts love their work, and have promised to not leave the tree before the job is completely done.
Mike say: “This is a very important job, and they could not have called for better experts than us.”

The disco queen
Not that the cats never stop partying, but now we are entering the natural disco season. Seniora was proud to open the wild disco season, and was seen hitting the dance floor dressed up with several blinking lights. Off course being a retired cat, she had the fireflies doing the dancing while she rested comfortable at the middle of the floor.
Seniora says: “Ah, the firefly disco…. Makes me feel so young again.”

Weather forecast
The dogs recommend you to stay cool, as if.


To tourists
It is not recommended walking around slowly in brand new jogging gear. It makes you look silly.

To tourists
It is not recommended to mistake a pig for a wild boar. It might not be true, but it does give the expression that you are actually rather stupid.

To tourists
Remember, you are the one who visits. Try to understand the local custom, and if you don’t remember, yelling at the locals is always considered rude.


Thursday, 21 July 2011

July 21st

Missing catflap
It was a shock to realize that what we had thought was a nice quit night, not at all had been a nice quit night.
While somebody had been having a tiny nap, somebody had actually stolen our catflap. The investigators have been working around the clock trying to find the perpetrator, but the amount of suspect is surprisingly high so it is a time consuming work.
The Cabbit say: “Honestly, I don’t get the problem at all. Who needs that silly flap anyway? This solution works much better for an angoracat as myself.”

The inhabitants of a tiny village were surprised by a very local snow blizzard in the middle of July. This is not at all normal behaviour for the local weather in July, and especially not when it is 30 degrees outside. While somebody started to scream up about the environmental change to the area, somebody else tracked the snow back to the Cabbit, who was paying a visit to his furdresser, as his fur had started to be a bit long around the eyes.
Big Daddy say: “As I have said before, and will be saying again, fur is overrated!”

At the poolside
Today the Goosepool was reopened after some unfortunate weather damage last weekend. Two incredible happy geese have been observed continuously in the pool thereafter and are planning to continue the bath forever or at least until dinnertime.
Mr Goose say: “Let’s jump right in!” 

Last morning one of the hen thought she had been the victim of a serious crime. Somebody had stolen her beloved egg, and the thief was still there. The very upset hen refused to re-enter the henhouse until the ugly cruel thief had been removed from the scene of the crime. The new not so tiny citizen has now moved in with another hen. The new mother and the new chick is both doing well and enjoying each others company.
The Spokeshen say: “Unfortunately the broody hen got some serious depression when she saw what had become of her egg. This is not normal, but she has been taken care of, just like the chicken was. They are all doing fine!”

Is there a world out there?
Ugly rumours have it that we the citizens are not aware of the world outside out beloved world. This is as you can see complete rubbish. We check the news on regular basis, but to be honest, the world out there rarely or ever has anything good on offer.
Big Daddy say: “I just love my quality time with a newspaper. OK, so I might get carried away sometimes, and read the paper to bits, but that is just because I am after all such a caring and engaged pig.”

Number of eggs today: Not too many

Weather forecast
After a long discussion we have decided that those white spots in the horizon might just very well be clouds, but from this distance is it hard to tell for sure.
The dogs recommend you to stay cool!


We would like to thank our dear Sub-Human Superiour Elite for building our great new pool.

Professional hit man needed to take out this cruel and evil enemy of our organization.
Ref: The society of long sharp claws