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Rabbiter, killer of small fluffy things. Owner of a lot of dogs and ferrets.

Bugger me 2

Well, I hope you read ‘Bugger me’, cause rabbiting dogs in Otago keep screwing with my head.

Turns out there is five pups.

So yesterday, I started them on semi solids. That’s the bloody good dogfood with water to soften it up. They are all about it. Great!

So after doing the things tonight, I relax with a whisky in hand and look over, who do I see?

Zit, as far as she can get from the evil pups she produced.

Funny how we all run from the evilness.

Well bugger me.

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So Zit, the mutt that is a machine rabbitér. Seriously impressive rabbiter is Zit. Well, she had pups.

Did she have them at camp? Hell no!

She had them away over the other side of the Gully, in, of all places, a small rabbit warren🤔 of course she did, the bitch.

Well, these pups are about two weeks old now, and I’ve never seen them. Muttering under my breathe. No idea about how many, are they alive blah blah.

So i had a gin or two with the cockie where I live (good chat) then headed home. Yes, it was late when I got home. Did the mutt feeding process, short run, it was getting real dark and headed over to Zit with her feed.

Well bugger me! Here she is with the pups outside chilling. Awesome.

Four bloody good looking pups, and mum (the evil bitch) is look happy as.

So fed her, sexed the pups, four girls, grabbed a pic and left.

No, I’m not keeping them all, but i am tempted.

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The final part, thankfully!

So get home from rabbiting, and it hot. Damn hot.

So, me and the dogs chill out in the shade. I nipped into the bedcontainer, and it’s smoking hot in there, and the bloody possum is grumpy, real grumpy.

But it did pose for a photo.

To hot for me in there, so back to the shade with the dog’s. No wonder it’s grumpy.

Well, about three quarters of an hour before dark possie decided it was time to depart for greener, and no doubt cooler pastures. So it made a dash for freedom.

There was a bark, very quickly followed by another, then all hell broken loose!

I expected to walk around the corner to see a rather sad looking possum, but the barking kept going. So, around the corner I went.

Somehow, possie had made it to the starlink, and there it was, sitting on top.

And the starlink kept working, even with that furry blob sitting on top.

So thankfully I haven’t seen that bastard again.

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Fuck off. I thought the cunt would leg it on night two. Rabbits in Otago. Whatever

How wrong was I!

So, bastard possum did what he did. Night two he really should have legged it. Not this cunt!

At fuckoff o’clock I heard little feet on the floor, then I heard the new game. Turns out jumping from the bed to the shelves and back is fucking cool. And, fucking AND, we should stop on top of the boss, just because we can.

That freaked me the fuck out.

If anyone wants a pet possum, well, step into my office…

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So we did our work doing the rabbit killing in Otago today….. (yes, more swearing in this one)

It was only a hot day today, unlike yesterday, which was smoking hot. So keep the water up to the dogs, and good to work.

Did our thing, come home and do the process. Feed and water everything, catch one of the two dogs I can’t catch. The other fucker is still off, that’s been two weeks now. Look at the jobs I should do around home, but forgot to buy bits in town to do it . That kind of shit.

Wondered into the bedcontainer and thought, what the fuck is that?

Old mate the possum, asleep beside the boot I’d put back on the shelf!

Now at this point all the fucking dogs were off, so no way in hell am I grabbing this bloody possum so they can sort it! 20ish dogs, one possum in the bedcontainer? NO WAY IN HELL! There would be blood, guts and fur EVERYFUCKINGWHERE!

So, now the plan is hopefully this bloody possum buggers off tonight when everyone is asleep. Or at least they don’t notice it till it’s at the door…

This looks like there could be a part three now🙄

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This is the strangest thing as a rabbiter, hell, as a human I’ve ever had (contains swearing)

So, at fuck off o’clock in the middle of the night last night, I’m out for the count. A couple of gins before bed and life is good.

Fast asleep until there was a hell of a racket in the middle of the night. All the dogs started nutting off (that’s barking for the greenhorns)

I got a hell of a fright! Laying there thinking ratdog, that’s the dog, Zit, that loving smashing rats, had trouble getting a rat and had knocked something over.

After a bit, I thought, well, might as well nip out for a piss and grab a smoke from the car since I’m awake.

I wondered back in, flicked the light on, and lay on the bed having said smoke and checked the clock. 0435. That’s 4:30 in the fucking morning for the townies. I looked over, and there’s Frost, number one rabbit dog looking past me.

So I turned around because I always trust the dog. Sure enough, there’s a fucking possum on top of the shelves!

Turns out somehow it got past inside dogs, climbed up and knocked a boot of the top shelf, which is where the noise came from, which was nothing compared to the racket the now wide awake dogs made.

Now, I had two choices, flick the possum of the shelf and let the dogs sort it, or leave it to its own devices and it can slide off.

Option one would be very messy in the bedroom, and stink like fuck, so I went with option two.

Everything settled down, and back to sleep we all went. Got up this morning and put the boot back on the shelf, had a quick look where said possum was last seen, not there so off to work we went…Part one of two.