Funny picture with blog of the day - The `Charabanc-Encased-Canines` Caper                                      

Good day my fine friends today’s picture is of a time when I used my `nom de fame` as `The` Brand for convention-bound Charabanc excursions of themed purpose and this particular days said theme was for the transporting of past-it pet performers to the annual meeting of similar and sadly cast-off ex-screen heroes.   We had on board a number of, now-well-matured, once frisky, rascally types of unravelling-roll fame and an equally notable number of ex cinema screen, canine character, idols all keen and raring to meet with similar once famed acquaintances for a weekend of rowdy reminiscing and replaying of once starred parts.

Well off we jolly well set and to set the mood to jolly I played a number of doggy inspired ditties from a right raving repertoire including `Love Me Love My Dog, (thought I’d curry favour for tipping time) `Old Shep`    ooooh, a veritible faux pas it resulted in rivers of tears and a howling throng that distracted me from my carriage control so ‘twas only played the one almost unfortunate and best unmentioned time.   I turned up the volume on 'I want a dog`to boost my coach-encased canine clan’s confidence in case the global phenomena of all things feline had chip, chip, chipped away at less than confident senses. `I Love my Dog` for similar reasons and even I threw in a well intended fib that it had been requested I play this to my entourage by the means of an anonymous petition pushed through my plush-office door with no less than 250 signatures on of which at least three were of celebrity source. 

Just for the sheer heck of it I played `Kitty Doggy` to bring about a state of confusion so none would know or care about the aforementioned potential fib, plights or errm....lack of refreshments that I suddenly remembered were tantalisingly stacked, but……sadly neglected at the kerbside of the pick up point.  I eagerly played a particular favourite of mine `Walking the Dog` but ‘twas a most a misfortunate choice as I was forced to stop short and allow them en masse to partake in a most unruly run about for 20 minutes but it took a further 18 to round up the bounding bounders.   Finally I played a track, `Iditarod Trail` from the renowned `Hobo Jim`  a right rousing anthem about the shenanigans of a sled race but it encouraged the dastardly dogs to holler and pressure for me to go “faster, faster, mush, mush”  but yours both conscientious and cowardly was concerned about attracting the eye of an officer of law enforcement type so shelved that song much to much mutinous mumblings from the motley assortment of muttley types. 

At one particular moment of the memorable but `not a chance ever of repeating` expedition I dutifully stopped at the lights de highway instruction whereby a nearby and ineffectively maintained vehicle backfired and three of the once-luminaries that apparently now regularly assisted as gun dogs leapt from their seats and ferreted out a number of objects within their harnessed environment delivering up such a mountain of booty as to throw question onto the efficiency of the cleaning person which vexed me and caused the occasional careering off course whilst lost in my mental performance of reprimanding the underhand cad and full intent to retrieve the coppers I had been hastily relieved of by the ‘blood boiling` bounder.

Well due to the 8 hour shenanigan fest from my, admittedly lovable, but rascally rogues my stint as the vehicular carriage operative for convention purposes was short lived but I'm comforted in the knowledge that I performed my service to an exceptional standard despite the rumours abound as a result of the rebellious canine caper that resulted from an en masse attack of flatulent type.   I will only state `twas a deliberate conspiracy and I care not that all parties pleaded that `twas executed in jest` it was the final straw and left me with a tic that rears it ugly head when I‘m in the presence of more than a dozen entities whether animate or not.