Jaws of Death!
Cripes! A week and a half away - I missed you lot!

Quick on-topic story:

I'm afraid of dogs, although thanks to the help of the father in law (who is a dog handler), I'm getting over that.

It stems from a visit to my Dad when I was a kid. We walked over to the park so I could mess around on the big wooden bridge and slide thing, while Dad could smoke himself in to an early grave.

However, this peaceful idyll was shattered by... TEENAGERS!

This was 1986, so chavs hadn't been invented yet, but they filled the classification. They also had a Rottweiler (sp?) with them. Which was not on the leash. Which ran after me.

I remember, to this day, seeing the jaws of this dog while looking out of the corner of my eye, remember the feeling as it lifted my legs from under me and knocked me to the ground.

I've never heard my Dad shout and swear so much, and I think his quick reactions saved me from being bitten, or worse.

True, the dog probably only wanted to play, but sheesh.

However, I think I'll be getting my own best friend one day... :)

EDIT - Or rather, I missed the well-written, funny or meaningful stories, and not the end-of-week sniping and arguing. Can't we all just get along? Or, even better, if you're bored there's a whole internet out there. Or even, you know, outside. Just a thought...
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Thu 1 May 2008, 17:20, 1 reply)

Proper story shock alert thing!
Well done for breaking up this stream of sub-conscious musings.

It doesn't upset me as much as it does Humpty, but it is wearing a bit thin. I like a lot of the people partaking, so I'm not going to flame anyone for it. I'll just check my 'friends activity' pages instead. That way I might stumble on a half decent reply...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 1 May 2008, 17:46, closed)