He Was A Skater Pup

I was back in Cambridge over the weekend, attending a university function and catching up with some old friends. It was like old times - a lot of fun and great conversation too. I really enjoyed it and the meal was most excellent too. I have never drank so much port in my life - aside from that New Year with Lone Wolf.

On Saturday morning, waiting to hear about the fursuit I wanted to buy, I had a little time to kill with friends in Cambridge. We were pestered by punt tour guides repeatedly, even though we probably knew more about the city than the pesky undergrads in their silly clothes (I don't like punting anyway - one hour stuck with these people on a rickety wooden contraption from which there is no escape - no thanks). I also got run over by cyclists numerous times. I had once perfected a dodging technique but in the intervening years, it has deserted me.

We went to Carluccio's for breakfast, on the recommendation of my friend who said it was good. The food was nice, if overpriced, but the service was amongst the most shoddy I have ever had the misfortune to encounter. Part of the problem was we were on a table hidden by a pole but that is of little excuse. They were inflexible on their menu options and ignored us for vast swathes of the morning. Consequently, I ate half of their complimentary cheese selection in protest.

After this, I showed my friend the delights of the Build A Bear workshop before we headed to Jesus Green (which looks like an elephant) to watch athletic students play volleyball and lie on the grass. It was a very relaxing day until I got the phone call I was waiting for, telling me I could buy the fursuit I wanted. So encouraged by my friends - who offered to lend me money in order to buy the suit due to all the banks being closed and me exceeding my cash machine withdrawal limit - I yomped across South-East England to pick up Verdi. And most pleased I am too.

He Was A Skater Pup

I was back in Cambridge over the weekend, attending a university function and catching up with some old friends. It was like old times - a lot of fun and great conversation too. I really enjoyed it and the meal was most excellent too. I have never drank so much port in my life - aside from that New Year with Lone Wolf.

On Saturday morning, waiting to hear about the fursuit I wanted to buy, I had a little time to kill with friends in Cambridge. We were pestered by punt tour guides repeatedly, even though we probably knew more about the city than the pesky undergrads in their silly clothes (I don't like punting anyway - one hour stuck with these people on a rickety wooden contraption from which there is no escape - no thanks). I also got run over by cyclists numerous times. I had once perfected a dodging technique but in the intervening years, it has deserted me.

We went to Carluccio's for breakfast, on the recommendation of my friend who said it was good. The food was nice, if overpriced, but the service was amongst the most shoddy I have ever had the misfortune to encounter. Part of the problem was we were on a table hidden by a pole but that is of little excuse. They were inflexible on their menu options and ignored us for vast swathes of the morning. Consequently, I ate half of their complimentary cheese selection in protest.

After this, I showed my friend the delights of the Build A Bear workshop before we headed to Jesus Green (which looks like an elephant) to watch athletic students play volleyball and lie on the grass. It was a very relaxing day until I got the phone call I was waiting for, telling me I could buy the fursuit I wanted. So encouraged by my friends - who offered to lend me money in order to buy the suit due to all the banks being closed and me exceeding my cash machine withdrawal limit - I yomped across South-East England to pick up Verdi. And most pleased I am too.

English Summer Rain

I am sitting in the car, in full Fursuit (sans paws) waiting for the rain to stop. I can hear the music from the Carnival in the background and the sound of happy children. These are the kids who have just spent two hours stalking me and using me as a climbing frame. Still it was great to see them smiling. By the end of the session I had an army of around ten who refused to leave me alone. I wish they hadn't pulled my tail so much - it's hard to make the husky look angry.

Meanwhile I danced to the band, threw balls at some tin cans, played with bubble guns (I had problems gripping the trigger with my paws) and also tried to steal some cakes. I am also wearing a Coolmax Suit under the Fursuit for the first time and what a difference it's making! A wonderful application of science I believe but it does make the Fursuit wearing experience feel a bit strange. I feel the undersuit pulling, particularly on my shoulders and knees, and this feels a tad odd. No doubt I will get used to it but suiting definitely feels different.

The Carnival is in aid of a local hospice and this is a Paws For Cause mission. Hopefully it will stop raining soon and we can raise more money. Pictures will be forthcoming ^^

ADDENDUM: In the end we called it a day. Most of the kids had left by the time it had stopped raining and as it was in a pub's beer garden, a few rowdy adults had started to give us abuse. We had set a deadline of 6pm and by 5.40pm we had resolved to cut our losses and leave. Still it was a great if slightly short session :-)

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English Summer Rain

I am sitting in the car, in full Fursuit (sans paws) waiting for the rain to stop. I can hear the music from the Carnival in the background and the sound of happy children. These are the kids who have just spent two hours stalking me and using me as a climbing frame. Still it was great to see them smiling. By the end of the session I had an army of around ten who refused to leave me alone. I wish they hadn't pulled my tail so much - it's hard to make the husky look angry.

Meanwhile I danced to the band, threw balls at some tin cans, played with bubble guns (I had problems gripping the trigger with my paws) and also tried to steal some cakes. I am also wearing a Coolmax Suit under the Fursuit for the first time and what a difference it's making! A wonderful application of science I believe but it does make the Fursuit wearing experience feel a bit strange. I feel the undersuit pulling, particularly on my shoulders and knees, and this feels a tad odd. No doubt I will get used to it but suiting definitely feels different.

The Carnival is in aid of a local hospice and this is a Paws For Cause mission. Hopefully it will stop raining soon and we can raise more money. Pictures will be forthcoming ^^

ADDENDUM: In the end we called it a day. Most of the kids had left by the time it had stopped raining and as it was in a pub's beer garden, a few rowdy adults had started to give us abuse. We had set a deadline of 6pm and by 5.40pm we had resolved to cut our losses and leave. Still it was a great if slightly short session :-)

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