I'm frightened of dogs.
And the bullying gits sense this, and happily have a go at me. I was walking back home a few years ago over our top field, and from the other side two of the bastards came.
A Jack Russell and some mongrel thing, a big bugger. Barking, growling, snapping away. I was bricking it. Their owner wandered over, grabbed them and went. No word of an apology. I was shaking for hours after. Sorry.
Anyhoos a few days later, I saw a sign on a lamppost, with a picture of a Spaniel type thing, and the usual spiel, has anyone seen my dog, family pet, blah blah.
I phoned the number and a woman answered. I told her I'd found the dog. Thank God, the kids are so upset.
Yeah, I said, he's been run over, he's dead and squashed. And put the phone down.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 11 Dec 2008, 14:56, 4 replies)

Put the phone down?
Didn't you ask about a reward?
(MiscellaneousFiles, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 14:59, closed)

And, more importantly
did the reward increase with the number of parts of the dog that were returned?

Also, that's a godawful thing to do to someone for wihch you should burn in he... Ah, right. Good story!
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 15:08, closed)

Shit.
I should have done.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 11 Dec 2008, 15:22, closed)

dogs
i was afraid of dogs too, then my firsnds dog winked at me and it was so funny im ok around alot of them now. im still somtimes wary, but im no longer totaly debilitated by them.


my mate was made i laughed at his winking dog. how was i to know it had cancer on its eye lid and had it removed?
(Mong goose, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 21:52, closed)