When Animals Attack
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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Yeah
It kinda loses it's appeal after a while
Roll on the next QOTW
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:34, Reply)
It kinda loses it's appeal after a while
Roll on the next QOTW
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:34, Reply)
Lets all go to her
She speciallizes in us
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nina_de_Vries
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:34, 3 replies)
She speciallizes in us
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nina_de_Vries
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:34, 3 replies)
My dog Gilly...
...is a crossbred Collie/Spaniel. She's the most docile yet lunatic animal I've ever come across. Since leaving for uni, she sleeps on my bed at home, waiting for me to come back! Awwww. But it is Gilly's tale of survival I must tell...
We once owned a rabbit called 'Anfield' (Scouse roots you see), and because we are lovely people, we boarded up the bottom of our fence, and opened the hutch every morning so Anfield could run around in the daytime, lest he be stuck in a hutch all day. We had a fair sized garden, and it was always fun to watch the rabbit from the behind the patio doors.
Which is what Gilly liked to do. One day, we let her out for a waz in the afternoon, and she bounded up to the rabbit, bouncing around him, sticking her arse in the air, tail whirring like a helicopter blade, wanting him to play with her. Anfield just sat there and wiggled his nose. Realising she was getting nowhere, Gilly turned and began to trot away. At this point, Anfield leapt forward, and latched onto Gilly's tail via his mouth. The yelp could be heard from behind the patio doors, and Gilly started sprinting around the garden, dragging the rabbit around the washing line again and again. He eventually let go, and Gilly mournfully mooched back to the door, looking thoroughly embarassed. It was hilarious to watch.
I'm sure the rabbit looked pleased with himself.
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:31, 2 replies)
...is a crossbred Collie/Spaniel. She's the most docile yet lunatic animal I've ever come across. Since leaving for uni, she sleeps on my bed at home, waiting for me to come back! Awwww. But it is Gilly's tale of survival I must tell...
We once owned a rabbit called 'Anfield' (Scouse roots you see), and because we are lovely people, we boarded up the bottom of our fence, and opened the hutch every morning so Anfield could run around in the daytime, lest he be stuck in a hutch all day. We had a fair sized garden, and it was always fun to watch the rabbit from the behind the patio doors.
Which is what Gilly liked to do. One day, we let her out for a waz in the afternoon, and she bounded up to the rabbit, bouncing around him, sticking her arse in the air, tail whirring like a helicopter blade, wanting him to play with her. Anfield just sat there and wiggled his nose. Realising she was getting nowhere, Gilly turned and began to trot away. At this point, Anfield leapt forward, and latched onto Gilly's tail via his mouth. The yelp could be heard from behind the patio doors, and Gilly started sprinting around the garden, dragging the rabbit around the washing line again and again. He eventually let go, and Gilly mournfully mooched back to the door, looking thoroughly embarassed. It was hilarious to watch.
I'm sure the rabbit looked pleased with himself.
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:31, 2 replies)
I still have a scar just above and below my eye
from being bitten by a spanniel when about three. Apparantly no one thought to tell a small child that spanniels don't like having their ears pulled.
I also have a long scar down my leg. It was done the usual way. I was running backwards on a crosscountry run at school, slipped on a squashed frog and landed on barbed wire (not the Oscar winning Pammy movie obviously).
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:29, Reply)
from being bitten by a spanniel when about three. Apparantly no one thought to tell a small child that spanniels don't like having their ears pulled.
I also have a long scar down my leg. It was done the usual way. I was running backwards on a crosscountry run at school, slipped on a squashed frog and landed on barbed wire (not the Oscar winning Pammy movie obviously).
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:29, Reply)
I don't think
they're going to close it while this is going on.
Hopefully it's just that rather than the black plague striking B3ta Towers, leaving us leaderless and lost...or is that LAST???
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:28, Reply)
they're going to close it while this is going on.
Hopefully it's just that rather than the black plague striking B3ta Towers, leaving us leaderless and lost...or is that LAST???
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:28, Reply)
n'est-ce pas?
First O'Matic:www.b3ta.com/questions/write.php?topic=224
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:27, 1 reply)
First O'Matic:www.b3ta.com/questions/write.php?topic=224
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:27, 1 reply)
misspelling was deliberate BTW
i think its a bit crass to type fast and badly just to be last
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:24, Reply)
i think its a bit crass to type fast and badly just to be last
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:24, Reply)
wonder if that is where Mr Dog got his name?
from the bit about Caesar
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:23, 1 reply)
from the bit about Caesar
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:23, 1 reply)
could one of you techy spods
wuite me a bit of script that lets me post last
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:23, Reply)
wuite me a bit of script that lets me post last
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 15:23, Reply)
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