Do you ever look at a dog and wonder "why? Just why?"
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I often wonder "why, just why" when it's pouring with rain and I'm sat in traffic and glance over to see someone tenderly picking up a freshly laid, steaming dog turd. Why, just why, the f
k would you want to have to do that? Always makes me smile a little inside.
Maybe slightly off topic...
k would you want to have to do that? Always makes me smile a little inside.Maybe slightly off topic...
Leptons said:
I often wonder "why, just why" when it's pouring with rain and I'm sat in traffic and glance over to see someone tenderly picking up a freshly laid, steaming dog turd. Why, just why, the fk would you want to have to do that? Always makes me smile a little inside.
Maybe slightly off topic...
The same reason you put up with a womans sk would you want to have to do that? Always makes me smile a little inside.Maybe slightly off topic...
t on rag week, her always making you late, and spending your money on codst.... because for all the aggro they make you feel happy. Once you have a dog in the home it's never the same without one. Try it Mr Meldrew, you may surprise yourself 
Leptons said:
I often wonder "why, just why" when it's pouring with rain and I'm sat in traffic and glance over to see someone tenderly picking up a freshly laid, steaming dog turd. Why, just why, the fk would you want to have to do that? Always makes me smile a little inside.
Maybe slightly off topic...
Could be worse, could be that you close your hand round it and through the bag you realise that it is not a warm one laid by your beloved healthy regularly-wormed pooch, but stone cold and left by some shark in dog's clothing carrying every disease known to medical science, walked on a bit of barbed wire in lieu of a lead by a local chav....k would you want to have to do that? Always makes me smile a little inside.Maybe slightly off topic...
My old bearded Collie thought every human was a friend, daft as a brush and neurotic to boot! Put her in a car, and she'd bark once every second for the entire journey, regardless of length. The holiday to Cornwall is forever burned into my memory!
She was also scared of white feathers, none of the family can work that one out.
She was also scared of white feathers, none of the family can work that one out.
Barks at the postman/lady from our living room window every day without fail. Includes being outside in the sun one day last summer whilst I was washing the car, clocking the postie, running back through the open front door, up the stairs (3 storey house) and barking with some gusto out of the open window. Then trotted down again once postie was out of sight and went back to sun bathing.
If we're out for a walk and he clocks his favourite postie he goes over for a pat and a dog treat... I should stop applying human logic to my pooch as he's clearly not right.
If we're out for a walk and he clocks his favourite postie he goes over for a pat and a dog treat... I should stop applying human logic to my pooch as he's clearly not right.
She's a rescue dog so we're not 100% sure, Dogs Trust ran a DNA test and she came back as half EBT half Staffy. Although those tests are a bit unreliable, it was mainly to uncover any potential congenital health problems. But she definitely has EBT in there, spotty skin, deafness, the big, trianglular ears and her tendency to run about in circles for a couple of minutes a day. 
A good few years back, my local tyre-fitting place had a shop-dog - can't remember the breed; probably a mongrel of some description but might have had some Irish Wolfhound in there somewhere. Anyway, it was a harmless thing, generally keeping its head down and out of the way. Only, every so often, it would start holwing and whining in what seemed to be genuine anguish. I asked one of the guys working there what that was about - he said they didn't know but it would do that whenever it saw a big bloke getting into a small car! It wasn't worried by big men generally, or small cars generally, or even big men getting out of small cars...but a big bloke climbing into a small car and the dog was inconsolable!!!
I think it had come to them pretty late in life, presumably as a rescue dog. Makes you wonder what had happened to it in its earlier life to leave it apparently traumatised by that very specific set of circumstances...
I think it had come to them pretty late in life, presumably as a rescue dog. Makes you wonder what had happened to it in its earlier life to leave it apparently traumatised by that very specific set of circumstances...
Mine has bizarre toilet habits.
He wants to be let out. You'd think he'd bark or something. Let's face it, he likes to bark. No. He goes to the back door and bats the key in the lock to make a noise.
At night if he wants a wee. Or is bored he will wake one of us by jumping on the bed, staring in your face and making little growling noises. Either that or hell shake himself loudly.
That would be fine, except the moment you get up to let him out one of two things happens. He'll hide under he bed only to repeatable whole cycle minutes later or hell jump on the bed and lie down refusing to move. It's usually me who then has to carry him downstairs with him growling and biting me. He has his wee and he's fine again.
I've had five dogs in my life. All greet you when you come home. Not this one. If you come home he'll be asleep somewhere upstairs. You call him. Nothing. Then ten minutes later, he saunters downstairs to greet you.
He's well fed and well looked after, so not some starving dog. Twice in the last year he has got hold of a full tub of butter and eaten the bloody lot!
First time we found the empty tub in the hall and a trail of buttery puke round the house. The second time we found an empty tub on a bed with more buttery puke strewn round the place.
On both occasions the butter was well out of reach to a dog of his size. Clearly not.
He's a 4 year old Bedlington Terrier.
He wants to be let out. You'd think he'd bark or something. Let's face it, he likes to bark. No. He goes to the back door and bats the key in the lock to make a noise.
At night if he wants a wee. Or is bored he will wake one of us by jumping on the bed, staring in your face and making little growling noises. Either that or hell shake himself loudly.
That would be fine, except the moment you get up to let him out one of two things happens. He'll hide under he bed only to repeatable whole cycle minutes later or hell jump on the bed and lie down refusing to move. It's usually me who then has to carry him downstairs with him growling and biting me. He has his wee and he's fine again.
I've had five dogs in my life. All greet you when you come home. Not this one. If you come home he'll be asleep somewhere upstairs. You call him. Nothing. Then ten minutes later, he saunters downstairs to greet you.
He's well fed and well looked after, so not some starving dog. Twice in the last year he has got hold of a full tub of butter and eaten the bloody lot!
First time we found the empty tub in the hall and a trail of buttery puke round the house. The second time we found an empty tub on a bed with more buttery puke strewn round the place.
On both occasions the butter was well out of reach to a dog of his size. Clearly not.
He's a 4 year old Bedlington Terrier.
Edited by wildcat45 on Saturday 6th February 07:20
red_slr said:
One of my dogs gets "stuck" in the kitchen.
Basically walks in then stands in the middle and wont come back out because he is too scared..
Will literally back himself into a corner and stand there for an hour. Have to go in and carry him out then trots off as though nothing happened.
Haunted?Basically walks in then stands in the middle and wont come back out because he is too scared..
Will literally back himself into a corner and stand there for an hour. Have to go in and carry him out then trots off as though nothing happened.
Daisy; Frenchie, has this weird obsession with constantly licking the wife when sat on her, whether it is a bare leg or arm or a clothed leg or arm; licking clothing can't be nice.
Both of mine hate having their harnesses put on; if they see me approach with said harness they both slope off and try and avoid me with a look of sheer terror in their eyes, however once it is on it is like a switch has been flicked; "yeahh walkies time, come on dad get a move on I love walks"
Barry also loves sitting on your shoulder in the morning in bed, I'm typing this with him on my shoulder, rolled over slightly trying to get me to tickle his tummy, if i don't tickle him he will constantly lick me until I do, it's both lovely and also very annoying.
Both of mine hate having their harnesses put on; if they see me approach with said harness they both slope off and try and avoid me with a look of sheer terror in their eyes, however once it is on it is like a switch has been flicked; "yeahh walkies time, come on dad get a move on I love walks"
Barry also loves sitting on your shoulder in the morning in bed, I'm typing this with him on my shoulder, rolled over slightly trying to get me to tickle his tummy, if i don't tickle him he will constantly lick me until I do, it's both lovely and also very annoying.
Edited by HTP99 on Saturday 6th February 07:59
I feed both of mine at the same time, my girl will just tuck in, my boy looks at the food, then looks at me. He's developed a habit of not eating the first bowl of food, you have to take it back up, rustle the food around in the bag and put it back down, then he'll eat it, but not until the other one has completely finished hers. Dogs are weird.
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