On Oobits.
An Oobit, for those who may not be aware of the existence of such things, is quite literally two halves of a dug. Not neccesarily two halves of the same dug – any auld dug will do. And it’s not a dog, it’s a dug. The Oobit in question is half of a wee black hairy dug and wee white short-coated dug, joined at the neck – and currently shares a house with us. It’s a licky thing that likes to leap at you with an old chewed ball. Having leapt, the Oobit then drops said slobber-encrusted plaything on your lap and sits, staring, waiting for you to throw it. Except, of course, you don’t actually get to throw it because as soon as you move your hand towards the ball the Oobit lunges forwards and swipes it.
Anyway, I’m kinda drifting off the point. The Oobit is very much a morning creature, enjoying leaping, bouncing and licking its way through the first few hours of the day, usually to the upset of those in its immediate environs. Which, I’m sure you can imagine, is interesting when it comes bounding into your room at the crack of dawn with its ridiculous slobbery tongue trailing out three feet behind it.
This is why I have recently been known to utter “T’och OOBIT!” in the small hours of the morning. It’s because I’ve been licked. I don’t know what the point of this post is. Oh yes! I do! It’s Friday!
February 23, 2007 at 2:33 pm
It has the look of you 😉
February 23, 2007 at 2:55 pm
Ahh!! But………he is a cool OOBIT!!!!!!!!!!! and at the present time is cuddling into and slurping your two young uns!!! lololol
February 23, 2007 at 2:58 pm
That sounds vaguely…… wrong! 🙂