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My dog died last week, and I'm already sick of people sending me that stupid Rainbow Bridge poem. Tell us about excellent (or rubbish) pets
( , Thu 31 Jan 2013, 19:42)
My dog died last week, and I'm already sick of people sending me that stupid Rainbow Bridge poem. Tell us about excellent (or rubbish) pets
( , Thu 31 Jan 2013, 19:42)
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Sometimes to mix things up a bit me and a mate who also has dogs will drive somewhere different to take the mutts for a walk. This one time we parked up in the car park of this lovely country pub where the plan was go on a huge walk then sit in the bar (where they allowed dogs) let them dry off so the mud (it was winter)will end up the the pubs carpet not ours.
We had a great walk and Boris my collie had a massive branch in this mouth (he loves a stick does our Boris). This stick was about 4 foot long and he had pulled it out of a bog so it was dripping with gooey mud. We got back to the country pub car park were there was a large group of people going into the pub to eat (their Sunday roasts were excellent) They were all dressed up very smart and Boris trotted passed them all and managed to smear gooey black mud over the backs of every leg along this line of people. I don't know how but nobody seemed to notice. So we quickly loaded the dogs and got the fuck out of there
( , Mon 4 Feb 2013, 9:34, 1 reply)
Sometimes to mix things up a bit me and a mate who also has dogs will drive somewhere different to take the mutts for a walk. This one time we parked up in the car park of this lovely country pub where the plan was go on a huge walk then sit in the bar (where they allowed dogs) let them dry off so the mud (it was winter)will end up the the pubs carpet not ours.
We had a great walk and Boris my collie had a massive branch in this mouth (he loves a stick does our Boris). This stick was about 4 foot long and he had pulled it out of a bog so it was dripping with gooey mud. We got back to the country pub car park were there was a large group of people going into the pub to eat (their Sunday roasts were excellent) They were all dressed up very smart and Boris trotted passed them all and managed to smear gooey black mud over the backs of every leg along this line of people. I don't know how but nobody seemed to notice. So we quickly loaded the dogs and got the fuck out of there
( , Mon 4 Feb 2013, 9:34, 1 reply)
I had a dog that loved sticks.
I used get him chasing me around and then I'd run through the gate.
Well, I did it once, then felt bad about it.
( , Tue 5 Feb 2013, 1:56, closed)
I used get him chasing me around and then I'd run through the gate.
Well, I did it once, then felt bad about it.
( , Tue 5 Feb 2013, 1:56, closed)
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