literarysupplanter | A lesson in double checking your keys.

Okay right so. Today was interesting.

On Fridays, dad drives into work, and I got up early to see if we got any packages. My second laptop charger arrived, so yay that. But anyway.

I took gran up to the hospital to get some blood work done, and I had taken Clover with us, because his cage his too small for him and I wasn’t sure how long we’d be out so instead of having the small cage to sulk in, he’d have the car to play in. TURNS OUT this was a wise idea.

We came home to find out that grans house key-keychain, didn’t in fact have house keys on it. I left mine in the house because we both thought her keys were house ones. So after dad laughing at me loudly on the phone for a few minutes he said he’d finish up as quick as he could and come home to let us in. After he caught his breath back that is.

We had bought breakfast from a café on the way home, so we ate what we had then decided to just go for a drive instead of just sitting around, there was no sense in wasting the day. First we went up to lake Eildon, tried to look for a bunny/cat harness for my fat fluffy one but sadly no dice, it’s a small country town, what could I expect really? But I had taken the long length of rope that was used to clip to his harness when we thought Clover could get under the house and run away (We don’t have that worry now, he’s too big to fit through the slats.) and I made him a temporary harness by tying it all up and around him. As you can see, it worked quiet well.

After Eildon we took a meandering drive over to Marysville –We stopped to go to the toilet in Taggerty and had a sit while Clover tried to eat a pine tree. Spoilers; he didn’t win.- when we got to Marysville we sat outside a café that had a little bit of a garden with weeds in it, We tied Clover to the table and he found a vaguely shady shrub to sit under while still being seen (He’s like his master in loving attention) and I went in to order lunch. When I came back with the food gran told me people were just all love and baby voices about him, and I could tell he so loved it. At one point it looked like his harness went wonky, so I tried to adjust it, and he actually gave sighing groan noise at me, little jerk, and as if to give me a great big, ‘take that’ he started to dig up the little garden and get comfy in the groove he made while covered in dirt.

Why would I care? It’s not my garden, just my now dirty bunny. A few more people saw him and thought he was a cutie even covered in dirt.

Today also proved how relaxed Clover is about the world around him, as loud and noisy trucks went by and all he did was casually chew the weeds, even a bull terrier about 7ish feet away he wasn’t bothered, he looked at the dog and then looked back out at the street not giving an ounce of a damn. He did however care a whole lot when a woman almost stepped on him at one point making him hide under my chair. The woman’s man friend apologised and she was all “Oh! I‘m sorry, I didn’t see him there” and without thinking I just came back with “But, white bunny, black dirt. How could you miss him?” and it was because she was looking at a King Parrot in a tree.

But we soon came home because dad was almost home and we sat on the back decking in chairs, while Clover stared longingly inside as we waited for dad. So yeah, that was something.