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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Although The Nub does fist me in the night, generally she's not bad- unless she sees an animal larger than she is, at which point she starts acting like a pissed-up chav.
It's a good thing I am attached to her owner, or The Nub would have been sent flying by now.
(, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 19:52, Reply)
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