african wildlife, or sooo keeeyooooote

[This post contains objectionable images. Please avert your eyes as and when.]

Momo, king of the Jungle.


And his prime subject, Heddlu (named thus because he was christened in absentia, when his jocular owners were following a police car near Cardiff. Heddlu is Welsh for Police)



From Momo's point of view,


... the rest of the animal kingdom lies prostrate before him.


In fact, prostrate and servile, pairon taley kuchla hua, so to speak.


Heddy, on the other hand lives for and dreams of this scenario.

This is the backyard, which turns into a boundless adventure playground for the mighty (and tiny) Momo, whenever he choses it to be. He races, he digs, he growls, he howls, and he takes mighty dumps.

With a spring in his step, the King makes for his daily destination, this cleverly concealed junk pile in the corner of the yard.

entry point! the secret password, a spray of pee.

A rather picturesque garden junk pile really.

Spot the dog in this picture. hint: look for tail.

Spot the dog in this picture. Ok at least try.

Ta daaah!

Undeterred by poky pointy things in the wood etc, Momo battles on in his quest for the imaginary rat or lizard that whets his appetite each day, that he dreams of every night.

While not far away, the heir to the throne pontificates on the finer ponts of various dog food brands.

"Something's on in that corner", he realises in the middle of his chunky and juicy reverie...

"Perhaps I should investigate..."

Baywatch style

Whump!

Waylaid by a stray knee in the middle of the garden, Heddy pauses to cast a soulful look into his assailant's eyes.

At this point in the narrative, the breakfast bell rang. wheeeeeeee! our subjects vanished from the action area, not to return anytime soon. We will leave you with a secret boudoir picture that is being protected from the local tabloids, to whet your appetites for next time. As Milou/Snowy would say, wooooah!