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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but I have a Jack Russell with a case of Mad Nub.
(Seriously- I think what's left of her brain has gone. If I whisper the word "squirrel" in the middle of the night the idiot goes racing down the stairs to the back door and jumps up and down to go out.)
(, Thu 1 May 2008, 14:26, Reply)
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