There's something in the waters

It wasn’t that long ago I was talking to my husband about the tourism possibilities in inventing a “Lake Burley Griffin Monster”, faking a few photos and putting out a press release… looks like you beat us to it 😉

#21 & 19….LMAO. You should really give the dirty rat the gold, because I neglected to say that I tried kicking it off the bridge as the race came neck and neck. Sad , I know!

Peewee Slasher said :

Ceej1973 said :

I concur. Water rat. When I lived on student ressies, coming home one freezing night along the rickety old wooden foot bridge on my bike from SAILS nightclub, I raced a rat the length of the bridge. He jumped into the water just before the end of the bridge, obviously being a water rat, he was more comfortable taking refuge in freezing water than the shrub at the end of the bridge.

Can you imagine? The starters pistol fired, the water rat lunged forward from the start line, staring at his competition; a large human being using a cycling aid for assistance. As the rat raced past the finish line, his little heart beating at; well let’s face it – not much of a tempo, he longed to hear a crowd cheer. Each day and night, he raced humans, dogs, cats, axelotto’s or paper debris caught in a breeze, along the bridge.

His cousin, Roland had successfully forged a career in television, decades ago and a distant relative, his grand uncle Splinter, the story goes, had coalesced a team of turtles to fight crime, but, given time, he was sure, his name would one day be remembered in sporting history.

He had considered olympic swimming, but that was just plain silly. A rat, swimming? Ha!

Who would believe it?

Excellent. Cheering for the rat here!!!!!! Oops, sorry, cheering for Ceej too. Can we call it a tie and give them both a medal?

I have a Red healer x Bull Terrier (note Bull Terrier NOT Pitt Bull so dont start with the viscious dog crap….) that swims in the lake almost every day.

Could have been him.

Ceej1973 said :

I concur. Water rat. When I lived on student ressies, coming home one freezing night along the rickety old wooden foot bridge on my bike from SAILS nightclub, I raced a rat the length of the bridge. He jumped into the water just before the end of the bridge, obviously being a water rat, he was more comfortable taking refuge in freezing water than the shrub at the end of the bridge.

Can you imagine? The starters pistol fired, the water rat lunged forward from the start line, staring at his competition; a large human being using a cycling aid for assistance. As the rat raced past the finish line, his little heart beating at; well let’s face it – not much of a tempo, he longed to hear a crowd cheer. Each day and night, he raced humans, dogs, cats, axelotto’s or paper debris caught in a breeze, along the bridge.

His cousin, Roland had successfully forged a career in television, decades ago and a distant relative, his grand uncle Splinter, the story goes, had coalesced a team of turtles to fight crime, but, given time, he was sure, his name would one day be remembered in sporting history.

He had considered olympic swimming, but that was just plain silly. A rat, swimming? Ha!

Who would believe it?

I concur. Water rat. When I lived on student ressies, coming home one freezing night along the rickety old wooden foot bridge on my bike from SAILS nightclub, I raced a rat the length of the bridge. He jumped into the water just before the end of the bridge, obviously being a water rat, he was more comfortable taking refuge in freezing water than the shrub at the end of the bridge.

Woody Mann-Caruso said :

Young Liberal trying to get a tan.

You mean your beemer isn’t a convertible?

Young Liberal trying to get a tan.

I was running around the lake this morning and saw a truly massive water rat scampter across the bike path to get to the water, the girl running in front of me freaked out at how big it was, turned around and ran back the way she’d come.

Some of the water rats in LBG would probably take your leg off if you got close enough.