My old dog Fluke
After being married for less than a month the wifey decides she was bored, so one day on a whim I go out and pick up a pup from a house advertising them free to a good home. So begins the life and times of Fluke.

various incidents of his life stick in my mind such as:

Jumping over a bench beside a sea wall and flying straight into the sea 20 feet below and having to be rescued by the father-in-law.

Demolishing every cushion in the house while we were out one night and hiding behind the chair when we came in to be greeted by a house covered in cushion guts. A picture of this exist somewhere and I'll try to dig it out.

Curling up on the bed with his nose tucked firmly up his arse, dozes off, farts and scares himself so badly he flew off the bed in a spectacular somersault.

Catching the budgie we got 23 hours previously after it had flown from my shoulder into the curtain and fallen. The look on his face said it all as he stood there with a budgie firmly in his mouth. After he dropped it in panic I picked it up to see the poor lil bugger dying of shock.

Running off and turning up at my parents house 2 days later.

Ah and he was called Fluke because as a pup he used to spend more time on two legs than four and would lie there mumbling like he'd been here before.

He was also the pickiest eater I've ever seen in a dog and would turn his nose up at anything less than Pedigree Chum and pigs ears.

He chased squirrels regularly and once cornered one by the lake near us. Never having caught one before he stood there just looking at the terrified squirrel, not knowing what to do next, for about 2 minutes before tufty ran like hell.

He died 5 years ago and we still miss the old bugger.
(Tyrion, Sat 9 Jun 2007, 20:53, Reply)