my grandads dog...would make a hell of a mess of his lawn, shat everywhere. it loved to play fetch too. if the lawn was dry, he would nimbly (is that a word?) avoid the dog-eggs that he had deposited, if the grass was wet however, you could throw in such a way as to make him skid through his crap. then you go inside and leave a shit-covered dog . that'll learn him
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manolith hooray for me,
Fri 17 Oct 2003, 11:41,
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