Wallaby Terrorizes Family

funny dog blog - funny dog picturesI overheard my parents talking last night saying they felt like they were prisoners in their own house.

Apparently taking care of four dogs and one cat has them feeling a bit claustrophobic. It probably hasn’t helped that all of us, except Mothball the cat, left the house for dog school only to come back and live with them again. Hey, that’s how dogs roll.

My father is forced to walk us in the morning, at night, and if we’re lucky truck us over for a stint at the dog park. My mother takes the time to clean our rooms, our bowls and our litter boxes.

I’m not sure who’s got the better deal, but I do know I’d clean the litter box for free.

They’ll get over it. If not, I’ll just take a dump in a shoe. That always seems to throw some excitement into their lives.

At least we’re not dangerous. Just ask a couple in Australia how awful it is when a thug like wallaby moves into the neighborhood.

A KOORALBYN family say they are prisoners in their own home ever since a rampaging wallaby moved into the neighbourhood.

Julie Bambrick said an unusually aggressive pretty-faced wallaby – dubbed Wacker by the family – had terrorised her 11-year-old grandson Reece, bowled over her husband Virgil and bit him on the face, and hissed, snarled and scratched at her whenever she ventured into her garden.

She said the family had been attacked while putting the rubbish out, going to the car and even just stepping out the front door.

“I’m scared to go outside,” Ms Bambrick said. “I won’t go out into the garden because I’m terrified this crazy wallaby is going to come and have another go. The kids won’t go out and play because they’re too frightened.”

“It just sits outside the house and eye-balls us,” she said. “It’s a big one¬† up to my chest in height¬† and we’re all terrified of it. My biggest fear is it could really hurt a child and there are plenty of children along this street.”

She even contacted the Queensland Parks and Wildlife Service, which told her to fill a watergun with dye to try to mark the problem animal but even that had proven challenging.

“It didn’t work. It started attacking me and I had to try and defend myself by beating it away with the watergun.”

Hello? Haven’t they heard the old adage, “Never bring a watergun to a kangaroo fight”?


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