*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Bunnylady]

Ah, morning! The time of day when the air is filled with the smell of burnt breakfast and the sound of male voices screaming in exasperation!

 

[sourland]

Hi,

lady, having a good start to your day?

 

[Bunnylady]

Hmmm? Oh, 'scuse me a minute, let me get these earplugs out.



There, that's better.



Oh, yes, lovely day. Baby

has a cold, and the kitchen appliances seem to have developed minds of their own, but yeah, my day is fine, thank you.

 

[Alaskan]

How did you like the voles in your hair?

Were the smoke clouds your sign of surrender?

 

[Bunnylady]

Oh, the voles just bounced off of my fluffy head. The cats loved them!


The smoke really didn't signify anything - other than the smoke coming out of his ears, that is.

 

[theotherranch]

Sour, please keep in mind that a molehill IS a mountain here on the coastal plains! It's one of the few things above sea level here!


Perry

 

[sourland]

To the Princess a molehill is a mountain - literally.

She actually wants me to hunt and eliminate the critters. NOT! This is not 'lawn beautiful'.

 

[Wisher1000]

If the lawn is not the issue, set the beagles on the moles, they'll take care of the moles for you! This is my dog, taking care of moles.......

 

[sourland]

If the lawn is not the issue, set the beagles on the moles, they'll take care of the moles for you! This is my dog, taking care of moles.......

Bet she'd never complain about the moles again.

 

[theotherranch]

While I have no current photos of the " lunar landscape " in the back yard where da Bing rules, lets just be kind and say that some of his holes are large enough to make him disappear if anything happens to him!
I wasn't involved with the training program is all I'll say here!

Perry