Aye
b3th.
My dear wife buys toys for the mutt every week. There's hundreds o' the fuckin' things. When she (the dog, not the wife)destroys them, we have to tell the dog they're going to heaven. She then looks skywards, fuck knows why, she just does.
It's nae real, ken?
(Phudbree oh man, the Doric Yorick, Thu 24 May 2012, 20:55, 1 reply, 12 years ago)

One of Biscuit's favourite games is chasing the laser pointer round the house.
We're not sure if he just likes running, or if he thinks it's really alive.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Thu 24 May 2012, 21:01, Reply)

Of course
it's alive.

Isn't it? I still spend my mornings chasing the feckin' thing and I've got a degree, ken?

Where's Inspector Roota and yer bro these days?

Sorry, I mean why ain't they posting, rather than a stalking type thing.
(Phudbree oh man, the Doric Yorick, Thu 24 May 2012, 21:10, Reply)

I'm
sorry, I realise your name isn't Ken, it's just that I post in another forum which speaks Jockinese, and I get mixed up sometimes, cos I'm a simple soul.
(Phudbree oh man, the Doric Yorick, Thu 24 May 2012, 21:12, Reply)