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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Diesel the Boxer
Is a mad and crazy dog and enjoys nothing better than being taken to the sea where he can bark at the sea and try to eat it. Oh, and run around like a complete spazz, looking like a rabid ..... THING.
Just imagine, big flappy jowls, drool and froth everywhere, bounding down upon you at a rate of knots thats pushing his skin back on his head.
I'm walking down the beach with a take away coffee and didn't really pay much attention to him having a bit of a run around. Unfortunately though, I think he might have switched on his "i can see a cat and i'm going to EAT it" speed of running.
All I feel is a blow to the back of the legs where he runs directly into me, and launches me a good few feet into the air, with the resulting effect of gravity bringing me to a thudding crash to the floor, spilling coffee everywhere.
He still had the spazzy mind to come bounding and drooling (probably laughing, the git) upto me thinking I was playing a game and running off again for more shenanigans.
Blooody hound!
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 13:23, Reply)
Is a mad and crazy dog and enjoys nothing better than being taken to the sea where he can bark at the sea and try to eat it. Oh, and run around like a complete spazz, looking like a rabid ..... THING.
Just imagine, big flappy jowls, drool and froth everywhere, bounding down upon you at a rate of knots thats pushing his skin back on his head.
I'm walking down the beach with a take away coffee and didn't really pay much attention to him having a bit of a run around. Unfortunately though, I think he might have switched on his "i can see a cat and i'm going to EAT it" speed of running.
All I feel is a blow to the back of the legs where he runs directly into me, and launches me a good few feet into the air, with the resulting effect of gravity bringing me to a thudding crash to the floor, spilling coffee everywhere.
He still had the spazzy mind to come bounding and drooling (probably laughing, the git) upto me thinking I was playing a game and running off again for more shenanigans.
Blooody hound!
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 13:23, Reply)
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