Off Topic Walnut's done one

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i got a string net full of English walnuts. Smallish. My mate had the combo for the gate to the high house. 3 French walnut trees and 2 English.

Still, I got a good haul of sweet chesnuts.

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 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).

Two out of three ain't bad.
 
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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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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.

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:emoticon-0106-cryin
 
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Another page on walnut with some lovely pics

'He went very quickly and in my arms': Walnut the dog's heartbroken owner says his beloved 18-year-old whippet was put to sleep minutes after emotional last walk on the beach with hundreds of supportive animal lovers
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...eal-burgers-custard-cremes.html#ixzz4PtuInQPO
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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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