Begging...
I own a large, handsome, pedigree dobermann. He is well groomed, shiney coat, shiney eyes, posh teal collar, and a smart leash.

Now, as we all know, dogs aren't allowed in supermarkets. Walking back from the woods with the dog meant that I had to wait outside whilst my housemate popped in for some milk. Being knackered, I sat down and waited. Handsome dog just stands there being handsome. Plenty of people comment on his handsomeness. Nobody comments about me.
Until one. Imagine the nastiest chaviest scum of a family you can imagine. The 'dad' walks up to me and offers me a quid. Naturally, I'd have taken it, but was so taken aback and being mistaken for a tramp that I just stammered that I was fine, thank you...

I mean how many tramps own giant pedigree dobermans anyway?
( Bathory, Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:28, Reply)