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My dog died last week, and I'm already sick of people sending me that stupid Rainbow Bridge poem. Tell us about excellent (or rubbish) pets

(, Thu 31 Jan 2013, 19:42)
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Thumper
I've had the usual gamut of pets since I was little. This rambling post is about a black & white rabbit named Thumper (after the character in Bambi - I'm still mad of Disney films now, we'll into my 30s).

I'm told (for I was only very young at the time) that he was mad on hopping. He was playing in his run and hopped a little too high & injured his back on the top of the run. This has led to one of my earliest memories: feeding Thumper by bottle whilst knelt down by the kitchen sink. They say that your sense of smell can trigger floods of memories - there was a particular smell from this moment in my childhood (no, it wasn't stale rabbit piss, you sickos) and some years ago, I was bimbling around my local Debenhams, having all manner of perfumes wafted at me by orange ladies. As you do.

All of a sudden I was knocked sideways by a scent which had (and still has) a wholly inexplicable effect on me. The perfume does not smell like that sunny day in our kitchen bottle-feeding my poorly pet rabbit, but it sent my brain on a merry dash back through the years landing me smack-bang right in my formative years. I can only apologise if this makes little to no sense to you, dear reader. This is hard to describe, and whenever I've tried telling people about it, the poor unfortunate listener quite often fixes me with a glare which informs me I'm about to be told to shut up or marked out as a bit of a 'case'.

However, the perfume in question is now my preferred pong of choice (a curse in some ways - if you want to smell it yourself, hie thee to your local Christian Dior counter and wrap thine nostrils about a snifter of Hypnotic Poison - the last bottle I purchased set me back a mere £50. Don't the Paris fashion houses know there's a recession on?!) and each time I catch a whiff of it, physically makes me weak at the knees and my eyes go all a bit rolling back in my head. Someone call a priest.
(, Wed 6 Feb 2013, 19:44, 1 reply)
So your story is 'I smell'?

(, Wed 6 Feb 2013, 21:36, closed)

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