Rooney The Rabbit

Rooney The Rabbit
Rooney The Rabbit

Hey I’m Rooney.

I ‘m a lion head rabbit from England which is why I have such a fluffy head… I’m a house pet living with Nathan Elemen who is a good friend of TPJ, so that’s our connection.

HI TPJ 🙂

I’ll keep it short because I’m sure you’ll see me again and get to know me better! All I really care about are my 3 Fs… Football, Food and my Manchester United Fans.

You will see me again!

Much love to all

Sardinia Sunset

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Hi lovely people,

Sometimes people don’t get the Tiger. They ask me continuously why I do it and what’s the point. The point is the easiest answer If I hand a person a teddy bear and ask them for a photograph they become confused and smile. and they stop worrying about their problems for two seconds. If I capture that smile in a photo they have now become cemented in time in a photograph and in the tiger’a memory. A lot of us used to have a teddy who we named and looked after once upon a time. The majority of the time, TPJ brings people back to that memory and they feel the warmth of childhood again. Sounds stupid but means a lot.

Tiger Paws has now goals or Targets. He just does what he does and enjoys the journey. His aim is to make you smile… Hope you have a good day wherever you are. Don’t listen to the nay Sayers. You are good. Go smash the day and Be Nice,

 

Sardinia Day 1 – 3

He was standing there, like the Old man and the Sea, with fishing Rods. I stopped and 4hours later we stopped fishing
He was standing there, like the Old man and the Sea, with fishing Rods. I stopped and 4hours later we stopped fishing
He showed us how to use Mussels as Bait
He showed us how to use Mussels as Bait
He was standing there, like the Old man and the Sea, with fishing Rods. I stopped and 4hours later we stopped fishing
He was standing there, like the Old man and the Sea, with fishing Rods. I stopped and 4hours later we stopped fishing
He then fed this Seagull who had a broken leg who stayed with him and kept him company
He then fed this Seagull who had a broken leg who stayed with him and kept him company
Mean streets of Sardinia...Tight
Mean streets of Sardinia…Tight

Sardinia Day 2:

He woke up, got breakfast and his picnic sorted, onto the bicycle with the rods, up to his spot.

I woke up, fought for a while, met an angel who made me a bracelet, listened to music and walked passed him on the footpath. 

I asked him if I could join him. He agreed but the problem was he spoke no English and I spoke no Italian. When I caught my first fish he smiled and let me continue showing me how it worked with examples and sign language.

4 hours later, and completely sunburned I left him with promises of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, He also fed a Seagull with a Broken leg every day. Please see photo. 

The only bit I didn’t like was the killing of the fish, but they fed the bird so hey, if it’s good enough for Mother Nature, it’s good enough for me. Really like Sardinia, finding it hard to switch off from New York and London buzzed up, but travelling and camping today so hopefully the mind slows and the body will follow.

Worrying about the future helps nobody. Miss y’all wherever in the world you are reading this. Smash the Day,

TPJ x