My Uncles dog.
It was a Golden retriever. Called Goldie. Genius.
He gave her to us when he had to move. This was also after informing us that she had recently done the following 2 acts:
1 - slept peacefully on the landing when burglars noisily broke in to his house and stole a bunch of stuff.
2 - chewed up his Everton season ticket. I'm sure she was trying to do him a favour.

So we ended up with her. She was a grand old beast. Ate my sisters hair bobbles and they never came out the other side.
( Ya What Skiddlyboop, Fri 1 Feb 2013, 10:04, 3 replies)

This sort of implies that you rummaged through its shit for the rest of its natural life.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 1 Feb 2013, 13:01, closed)

i see that now.
it was those big elasticated ones though, so we probably would've seen them? [after a quick google] turns out the hair thingys are called scrunchies. every day a school day.
( Ya What Skiddlyboop, Fri 1 Feb 2013, 13:40, closed)

Yup. I'm still going to pretend that you spent several years rummaging in geriatric dog plops.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 1 Feb 2013, 18:02, closed)