chasing rabbitsMy ex-wife's family had a sheepdog cross that used to chase rabbits - until they took it walking along the cliff tops near to where they were living. I'm sure the last thought going through the dog's head was 'I've nearly caught that rabbit - oh, I'm flying'. Apparently it sailed quite majestically over the edge and did the comedy flapping the legs thing for about 10 seconds. Sadly, it was unlike Wile E Coyote and didn't bounce back...
Years ago my mother used to live in the country and had a black labrador. I was chopping wood for the fire and the dog saw a mouse and ran directly under the axe as I swung it down to cut up some kindling. Bosh. Amazingly there wasn't a scratch on its head and it just looked up at me in it's usual stupid way and carried on as usual. I used to also feed it very sticky toffees and time how long it took before he could bark again. He got his revenge by eating my pet guinea pig one day.
I also confess to the tights on head routine with my old shetland sheepdog. He would run backwards round the room shaking his head until he clawed it off and then look at me with that look of 'do it again please!'. At least that's how I interpreted it. Serves him right for barking at every electrical appliance in the house when they were switched on.
And... years ago my Dad ran over a pheasant and chucked it in the boot of his car to give to the butcher to pluck for him. When he got there he opened the boot and the thing flew out - and if you've ever heard the noise these things make you'll picture the sight of my Dad staggering about with a near coronary.
Oh, and this morning there was a signet sitting in the fast lane of the M3. It nearly became a nice hood ornament for my car.
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Years ago my mother used to live in the country and had a black labrador. I was chopping wood for the fire and the dog saw a mouse and ran directly under the axe as I swung it down to cut up some kindling. Bosh. Amazingly there wasn't a scratch on its head and it just looked up at me in it's usual stupid way and carried on as usual. I used to also feed it very sticky toffees and time how long it took before he could bark again. He got his revenge by eating my pet guinea pig one day.
I also confess to the tights on head routine with my old shetland sheepdog. He would run backwards round the room shaking his head until he clawed it off and then look at me with that look of 'do it again please!'. At least that's how I interpreted it. Serves him right for barking at every electrical appliance in the house when they were switched on.
And... years ago my Dad ran over a pheasant and chucked it in the boot of his car to give to the butcher to pluck for him. When he got there he opened the boot and the thing flew out - and if you've ever heard the noise these things make you'll picture the sight of my Dad staggering about with a near coronary.
Oh, and this morning there was a signet sitting in the fast lane of the M3. It nearly became a nice hood ornament for my car.