I think you'll find that that's meant to be you. Chazz PM'd me and told me, something to do with you having the gayest dog in Christendom. It's a Yorkshire Terrier FFS. The chosen pooch of transvestites and old biddies. Of which, you are both. BOOM SHAKALAK!!!!!! Straight back at yer!!!!!!!!!
Nope, it was simply a case of nature over nurture, she seemed to have an imbalance in her brain, we tried everything we could to sort her out but to no avail. We bought her sister from the same litter, obviously at the same time, and she never had a bad bone in her body. It was really distressing to have her euthanised but, over a three year period, we'd tried every other option. What makes it even worse is that she was a stunning looking dog, and healthy in every other respect.
Half Yorker half Russell. Yorkussel. He's the size of a big Russel. ****zu? That's Chinese for turd covered in glitter. You got a man bag to carry it in when you head to Gap for a new salmon coloured jumper??
Shi-tzu's were protectors of the ancient Shaolin temples. They were chosen for their loyalty, courage and tenacity in battle. They were the trusted companions of the fearsome Shaolin warrior monks. The bond, as legend goes, between the Shi-Tzu warrior dogs and their masters has gone down in Chinese folk lore. After all Shi-Tzu does translate to 'savage and noble beast'. Compare that to your mincing Yorkshire Terrier. Preferred companion of Jimmy Saville, Nora Batty and you.
The Shih Tzu was considered a “sleeve dog” as was the Pekinese. The Shih Tzu was a treasured companion. The breed found much favor with the Empress Dowager. They lived inside the palace and were treated as small humans. They were often considered to be re-incarnated family members. Their "job" was probably to accompany, entertain and keep the ladies of the court warm in cold winter months.
I reckon the emperor was okay until the enemy realised they could just throw the 'lion dog' over the wall if it bothered them.
Try throwing my 'Lion Dog' over a wall. He'd lick you into submission before snuggling in for a power cuddle. You wouldn't have the heart.
So the chinese Dame Maggie Smiths had them? Look at this...he's poised to rip the **** out of any thing that comes through the letterbox.
Not in my house. I've got one of those wire mesh boxes that catches the post. Charles did catch a mouse once though, well when I say that he found a dead mouse in our garden and barked at it before running away. I love him and I don't care how camp he is.
It was suggested that I fit one of those. By Nick Clegg or somesuch similar tosser. I'll explain. A Liberal Democrat leaflet deliverer person stuck her hand through my letter box in a cack-handed attempt to foist her insipid centre ground nonsense upon me. I've got a killer terrier who knows not the difference between a Lib-Dem hand and, say, an anemic vole. He went for it. Sic, boy, sic. Stitches needed. Missus mortified and embarrassed. Ernie's view on returning? Any ****er who comes uninvited onto my property and sticks their mitt through my letter box is breaking and entering in my view and deserves everything they get. FFS, Ellewoods would have probably shot her. Local Lib-Dem councillor came round and suggested I fit said wire basket. My response was succinct, considered and clearly expressed. And ran to two words. And seven letters. Apparently I'm now on an 'avoid this man at all costs' list at Lib-Dem HQ. And they've threatened to send me a quite sternly worded letter. I quake in my boots.
He's like a coiled spring. That's asleep. He can sense the postie tho so when a letter comes through, he's straight up, shoots at the door, bites the mail once then goes back to sleep. Waiting.
