the bark was worse than the .....
A friend was restoring (read keeping on the road) an old Rover P6. There was a specialist scrapyard out on a farm near brentwood,open on sunday on a "give me a knock afternoon" basis. 3pm pulled up found the entrance and went up to the house. I noticed a chain then heard what was attached via a loop, ruddy great rottweiller running straight at me. Ok don`t run, stand still, sock it on the nose. Nah I just froze and closed my eyes he jumped up and.... slobbered me to death and nearly knocked me into the mud.

The old softie used to look at people inna clint make my day stylee, but was really: Tickle me tummy? Please? according to the owner, but certainly kept the yobs out.
(tootired Is searching for a funny sig, nothing good so far, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 20:18, Reply)