On the other side of the fence
My dog, a border collie by the name of Jess (for 'tis her name), is as nice as pie to anyone who knows her. She is the cutest thing on God's green Earth, just so long as you know her. If you don't know her though... well. She has, to date, bitten at least 5 children, several friends who foolishly tried to stroke her (whilst pissed... dumbasses that they are), and some random who came up to her whilst my back was turned. Although there was an upside to this, the twunting chavs on my estate would never come near me as they were all too scared of my little cute border collie who could be as nice as pie one minute, and Cerberus' little sister the next. I love owning a vicious dog. She also alternatively tries to attack trains, plains, cars, and supertrams, and anything that moves. Oh, and she's addicted to football.

This doesn't make me immune to animals attacking though... wasps. Seven year old kid and friends, plastic sword... stung ankle. To this day I still run a mile whenever I see one of the little cunters.

And that little **pop** you hear is my posting virginity firmly popped... and no apple loggies for height, breadth or taste of post. Or, for that matter, band-wagon jumping which I have no idea what it means... I just keep seeing something about ice-cream vans and having no idea...
( jim_bob can herd cats., Mon 6 Jun 2005, 16:29, Reply)