I reckon some dogs are clever enough to know what they’re doing, too, Bodi. Fido squeezes one out, looks up at you, and says, “****ing pick that up!”
That's twice you've tried that line of joke in less than 24 hrs I reckon you've taken a bit of a pasting from all the blokes that have seen you taking your little dog for a walk
He did say it, then Matth laughed at him for it. Probably one of the biggest insults anybody could receive
... you couldn't be more wrong buddy ... I love taking the little girl for a walk although, in fairness, it is usually with the missus too ... and I am way past the age of caring what anybody thinks ... that's one of the only advantages of getting older ... leave getting prissy to young guns Also - the little dog is a bit of a babe magnet!!! - we have been taking her down to Wales with us as we visit the mum in law in Hospitals - I tend to sit outside with her whilst the missus and my girls visit - you would not believe the number of cracking nurses that haven't been able to resist coming over and having a cuddle ... they also like the dog ... There is also a backdrop to the quips I made - when we were first looking in to moving in together many years back and being on a very limited budget in terms of trying to find somewhere in rural Hertfordshire, an enterprising estate agent attempted to sell us the idea of a place called Cockenhoe (I kid you not ,) "just over the Hertfordshire border in a rural location in Bedfordshire" ... that "positive spin" would have done Donald Trump's PR machine proud ... Cockenhoe is up behind Luton airport and the address we were given turned out to be a road full of very ugly ex-council houses - we went to have a look in our lunch hour from work - so it's the middle of the day ... as we drove down the road we clocked, at different points (and I kid you not) - at least 5 stocky shaven headed guys each with copious tats and being pulled along by one or more huge hounds (studded collars / harnesses etc) - mainly of the mastiff / pit bull type ... might have been a dog fighting ring in hindsight ... or a day out in Sunderland ... we then got to the house we were to view and when we rang the bell there was a lot of deep barking from different directions - a doberman came running around the corner of the yard snarling - thankfully the yard was fenced - the door was then opened by a fat bird in her late 30s who had more tats than the blokes we had seen and who was having trouble restraining what was a large but young Boxer - which she informed us they had just bought ... the house was ****ing tiny! We've now lived there happily for many years .... ... ... was the quickest house tour we have ever done - was ****ing horrid ... but the joke stuck about hard types compensating by having to have the scariest dog
