This is Florianus:
He is a dachshund. He thinks he is a badger hunter.
This is Florianus' Chicken-with-a-Squeaker.
Florianus thinks that the Chicken-with-a-Squeaker is a badger. He spends most of his time throwing the Chicken, chasing the Chicken, and chewing on the Chicken viciously.
Yesterday, Florianus killed the Chicken-with-the-Squeaker:
Then he disemboweled it. It has gone the way of the Lobster-which-used-to-have-a-Squeaker:
(And his innards.)
Florianus took the rest of the day off after this momentous victory.
Now he will have to find something new to hunt.
4 comments:
I am so sad . . . I didn't get to meet this mighty hunter!! Sad.
mwahh, ha, ha, ha! (Does that sound like evil chuckling?) The badger is dead!
You should have mentioned that Lydia is NOT Florianus in girl form. Just sayin'.
LOL! I am in love with Florianus. How can he be so handsome??
Wilson's, er Judy's, Lambie also met a sad demise this weekend, though considerably less fatal. She's just down to 2 legs now and is in need of some stitches. Poor Lambie. ;)
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