Knickers!When I was a kid, we had this great dog who was a bit of a cross between a chilled-out hippy and a rampant, slathering devil-hound, intent upon spreading his vile seed to every bitch he could get his filthy, randy paws on.
Anyway, Spot, as he was known, went through a long phase of eating my mum's knickers and then spewing them up half a day later, whole, and in a soggy, stinking torpedo-like shape.
Sickeningly, he'd only go for used ones that he'd get by knocking the laundry basket down the stairs to get the lid off.
My mum tried hiding them in other clothes, cos this was costing her a bomb. She failed to allow for the fact that dogs are kind of famed for their sense of smell, eh?
I don't recall how this saga ended. I think, perrrhaps...the dog won, and me mum spent the last years of its (the dog's) life going Commando...
This is the same dog that REALLY fancied our chocolate-box cat and was forever caught trying to bang it like a drum. Weird thing is, its the cat that was the one rubbing herself all over him first, each time.
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Anyway, Spot, as he was known, went through a long phase of eating my mum's knickers and then spewing them up half a day later, whole, and in a soggy, stinking torpedo-like shape.
Sickeningly, he'd only go for used ones that he'd get by knocking the laundry basket down the stairs to get the lid off.
My mum tried hiding them in other clothes, cos this was costing her a bomb. She failed to allow for the fact that dogs are kind of famed for their sense of smell, eh?
I don't recall how this saga ended. I think, perrrhaps...the dog won, and me mum spent the last years of its (the dog's) life going Commando...
This is the same dog that REALLY fancied our chocolate-box cat and was forever caught trying to bang it like a drum. Weird thing is, its the cat that was the one rubbing herself all over him first, each time.