Bella the Boxer, she's getting on a bit now, they don't generally live to an old age and she's already 13...
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Christ looks like my mrs when I've fell in pissed up
Sprout the Bedlington Terrier. "Throw the ball Ernie, you lazy bastard."
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As a happily married man who has owned a number of great dogs, can I remark that the Victorians had a saying "a woman, a spaniel and a walnut tree, the more you beat them the better they be".
Just saying like. (ducks hastily).
As someone who has had 4 terriers over a period of over 40 years got to say that is a great looking dog, Ben.
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Chazz the dog when he was a pup. Now a three year old idiot
Thanks Plum.
That is a great way to start the day.
This should be more than liked, this should be a LOVED.
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Buster, my Honey Badger.So, this new (old) house we own now. Rustling in the attic. I get sent up to investigate.
After googling "what does mouse poo look like?" "what does rat poo look like?" etc, I was none the wiser, so put 2 traps and 2 trays of rat/mouse poison up there.
That night, sounded like a ****ing party was going on. Obviously I waited til the following day, when it had quietened down prior to investigating.
Nothing. Well no dead bodies, just one tray of poison gone, and the others all moved.
All was quiet for 2 days.
I was working from home, glances out of the office window into the garden, sees something by the bird table. Get up to look, and....oh great, its a rat.
Dogs asleep btw on the sofa.
I opened the door and closed it, to see if the rat would **** off. It didn't. So I assumed it was dead. Off I went to get a bag an gloves.
Opens the door again to go get it, Buster squeezes past me.
Walks into the garden. Sniffs the air. Stretches. Sniffs again...WTF IS THAT SMELL?? Locks on to the rat, and slowly walks over to it. Ratty lifts its head and stares at Buster.
**** me. Its not dead.
After a few seconds staring at each other, Ratty turns and legs it towards the back fence.
Buster, who is in full on terrier mode by this stage, is straight on it, by the neck, few shakes, lets go. Ratty limps under the fence and lays there.
Busters going mental, trying to dig my ****ing border up to get to it. I can see it at the back of the fence, and with a stick poking, confirm it is in fact now dead.
So I push the ****ing dog outa the way, and get the body, put it in a placcy bag.
Buster's still trying to dig under the fence. I tell him the rats in the bag. He ignores me. I shake the bag at him. He looks at me like Im a twat. I have to open the bag, next to his face until he notices "OMFG THE SNEAKY BASTARDS IN THAT BAG DAD!".
Since then, he's taken his garden patrols more seriously and I'm happy to report all has been quiet on the vermin front.
Hes 12. When we lost our last terrier I said "I aint doing this again". This is gonna be worse and I'm ****ing dreading it.
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Brilliant story Happy.
I am on cloud 9 with these great stories. Keep em coming folks.
Our story is,
Max our Westie (sadly left us 4 years ago) woke me up at 3am one Saturday night.
It was the usual "oh Max go back to sleep".
He pawed me like crazy until I got out of bed.
I looked out to see 3 toerags attempting to break into a car that was unusually parked 10 houses away from where they live.
I shouted through my window "oi **** off" and they ran off.
The owner of the car didn't even thank Max or me. He was a young lad so I forgave him.
Still miss the old fella
The term Man's Best Friend is absolutely right.
Our family had mongrel (collie with a husky type breed) that lived until 17.
Really beautiful, kind natured, nutter of a dog.
Our family had mongrel (collie with a husky type breed) that lived until 17.
Really beautiful, kind natured, nutter of a dog.
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That link had me in bits I'm afraid Peter, but to me it's what makes us human, it made me cast my mind back to all of my dogs that I've had, and all the ones that I've lost. I pity people that have never had a dog of their own, and more especially those rare people that have been parented to have a totally irrational fear of dogs, it's a very special relationship that can't be duplicated.
I once came across a family with two children around the age of nine or ten, I had my dog with me, who loves everyone whether they have two or four legs, and the parents said with a horror stricken look on their faces, 'hold tight onto your dog as we're walking past' those two children will likely never enjoy owning a dog due to their upbringing, and that to me is very sad.
Here's my boy George this morning.
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My old dog Simba. Best dog I've ever had. Never left my side.
Excuse the carpet, we'd just moved in to the house
An old lady had the house before us
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My old dog Simba. Best dog I've ever had. Never left my side.
Excuse the carpet, we'd just moved in to the house
Did she leave the sofa as well?
Did she leave the sofa as well?
Dont you start the mrs hates it too.It goes well with my tiger print kegs...