Not my tale exactly...
There are two staffies that are owned by what can only be described as the biggest spastic ever. The kind of guy who carries two big chains around with him, without the dogs being attached to the ends. Due to the way that these little shits come into my front garden, piss and shit everywhere, and on one memorable occasion ran into my house and started attacking my dog, my dog is not fond of them.
Trouble is, every time these dogs screw up, bloke just gets really appologetic, and so it's hard to be too angry at him. Until last week.

Taking my dog out for her late night walk, two sandy blurs come running up the street, barking and snarling. Me and my boyfriend have had enough by this point, and so we kick the dogs as hard as possible, repeatedly as they keep coming back for more, until my other half picked each one up by its back leg and handed them back to moron. We haven't seen him since.

Appologies for lack of point, but the fun of kicking a nasty dog as hard as you can can never be underestimated.
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 19:27, Reply)