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Some years back I had a dog used to love playing with his squeaky toys and would often play with one when he wanted to get some attention.
Usually he would chew on them until the squeaker would full out, which was some times considered a blessing, when a little peace and quiet was needed.
So one Christmas my brother bought him a stocking selection pack of treats which included a smiley faced squeaky tomato toy.
Anyway, one day, he was anxious to go outside into the garden, so I let him out while I continued my household chores.
Some time later, as I walked past the back door, I was startled to see a smiley faced tomato head, which appeared to be bouncing up and down in the window of the door.
All I could see was the tomato face with a hideous grin but for that moment, I thought the aliens had landed and they were coming to get me!
To say, I almost jumped out of my skin would be a gross understatement!
Some years back I had a dog used to love playing with his squeaky toys and would often play with one when he wanted to get some attention.
Usually he would chew on them until the squeaker would full out, which was some times considered a blessing, when a little peace and quiet was needed.
So one Christmas my brother bought him a stocking selection pack of treats which included a smiley faced squeaky tomato toy.
Anyway, one day, he was anxious to go outside into the garden, so I let him out while I continued my household chores.
Some time later, as I walked past the back door, I was startled to see a smiley faced tomato head, which appeared to be bouncing up and down in the window of the door.
All I could see was the tomato face with a hideous grin but for that moment, I thought the aliens had landed and they were coming to get me!
To say, I almost jumped out of my skin would be a gross understatement!
So funny and scary. Don’t suppose he realised he gave a fright Chippchopper.!
We had a King Charles spaniel called Basil. At the time we lived in a house with a canal at the bottom our garden with a railway adjunct . Very greedy dog, He became diabetic, suspect that the four kids fed him from their delicious meals I fed them, Not! I had to inject him every morning prompt. One day I was in the garden and the horse drawn barge with day trippers went by. Lo and Behold Basil was sitting in the front of the boat looking like something out of the Titanic. The owner called out to me I will post him back on our back from Hungerford. The little tyke knew he was a diet so thought he would get sandwiches from the elderly passengers on!
We had a King Charles spaniel called Basil. At the time we lived in a house with a canal at the bottom our garden with a railway adjunct . Very greedy dog, He became diabetic, suspect that the four kids fed him from their delicious meals I fed them, Not! I had to inject him every morning prompt. One day I was in the garden and the horse drawn barge with day trippers went by. Lo and Behold Basil was sitting in the front of the boat looking like something out of the Titanic. The owner called out to me I will post him back on our back from Hungerford. The little tyke knew he was a diet so thought he would get sandwiches from the elderly passengers on!
In the 90s I used to do a lot of rabbiting with lurchers. I lived in an isolated cottage with just a few neighbouring cottages dotted around. One xmas morning I took the lurcher (Lass) for a walk, down the lane, it was half light and I just saw a rabbit a little way across the field, I gave Lass the nod, she bound over the gate and ran towards the rabbit, well the rabbit up and took off like a bullet, Rabbit and lurcher now over the brow and out of sight. I was getting a little worried as to why Lass was gone for so long, the I saw her plodding towards me, with what I assumed was the rabbit in her mouth, until she got closer and closer, No not the rabbit, a whole cooked turkey and still piping hot!! Well I ran for home and safety, expecting to see a Land Rover appear any minute looking for the turkey thief!! I never heard from anybody in the local pup about a missing Turkey and I have no idea where it came from. The turkey didnt go to waste, it lasted her a few days, I may even have had a slice or two myself if my memory serves me right!
^ That reminds me of when my Dad and I took a dressed chicken up onto Exmoor one snowy Chrismas Day and tossed it over a hedge. It had been bought at a local meat auction but there turned out to be recall and reinbursement of monies paid. My Dad didn't want the thing sitting in the dustbin for 2 weeks due to the holiday so we decided to take it with us. I was driving and spotted a few places where we could have chucked it but there were usually a farm nearby and my Dad knew the farmers so didn't want their Collie dog coming home with a chicken in it's mouth. Eventually we found a spot where we could lob it. Happy memories.
My Dad took my older brother and me for a walk along the river with the family dog.
We were just kids and we was exited by the prospect of letting the dog run wild in the countryside off his lead.
We watched our dog running around and sniffing everything in sight. eventually we saw him disappear into a thicket at the bottom of the river embankment.
When we found him, he was rolling on his back in something most unsavory and unmentionable.
What ever it was, he found so irresistible to immerse himself in, to us it stunk to high heaven and Dad grabbed him by the collar and tried to wipe him down with handfuls of grass but to no avail.
Dad said "its no good, I can't wipe it off and we can't take him home stinking like this, Mum wouldn't be too pleased, I'll have to chuck him in the river to wash away the stink"
My brother was worried that the dog would drown and begged Dad not to throw him in the river, which was running fast, deep and clear. "Don't worry son" said Dad "all dogs can swim, its in their instinct".
Dad threw the dog out as far as he could, with the notion that the stench would wash away by the time he swam back to the bank.
Well as you may have guessed that didn't happen and to our horror our beloved pet sink to the bottom like a brick.
With great relief we saw him running along the bottom of the river bed and heading towards the bank where we were standing on.
The dog came out squeaky clean and non the worse for the impromptu bath.
I remember Dad saying "We must have the only dog that can't swim, he's more like a hippopotamus!"
We were just kids and we was exited by the prospect of letting the dog run wild in the countryside off his lead.
We watched our dog running around and sniffing everything in sight. eventually we saw him disappear into a thicket at the bottom of the river embankment.
When we found him, he was rolling on his back in something most unsavory and unmentionable.
What ever it was, he found so irresistible to immerse himself in, to us it stunk to high heaven and Dad grabbed him by the collar and tried to wipe him down with handfuls of grass but to no avail.
Dad said "its no good, I can't wipe it off and we can't take him home stinking like this, Mum wouldn't be too pleased, I'll have to chuck him in the river to wash away the stink"
My brother was worried that the dog would drown and begged Dad not to throw him in the river, which was running fast, deep and clear. "Don't worry son" said Dad "all dogs can swim, its in their instinct".
Dad threw the dog out as far as he could, with the notion that the stench would wash away by the time he swam back to the bank.
Well as you may have guessed that didn't happen and to our horror our beloved pet sink to the bottom like a brick.
With great relief we saw him running along the bottom of the river bed and heading towards the bank where we were standing on.
The dog came out squeaky clean and non the worse for the impromptu bath.
I remember Dad saying "We must have the only dog that can't swim, he's more like a hippopotamus!"
Our Labrador idolised his young master,our then,9 year old son. My wife,son and I had gone out for a couple of hours. On returning to our house we got the usual excited waggy tail response.Our son, first of all
opened
the kitchen door to let Oscar into the garden in case he needed to go.
It was getting dark and Oscar kept returning to the kitchen door to wait for his hard nylon bone to be thrown down the bottom of the garden so he could retrieve it. His favourite game. Our son duly obliged but when it was retrieved Oscar came rushing back and decided to enter the house via the patio sliding door which was locked.There was one almighty crash and a tinkling of glass as the old non safety ,non toughend glass shattered into a million pieces.
Oscar just sat upright in the dining room wagging his tail and a big smile on his face. He looked like he wanted to do it again.
I put him straight in the car and rushed him to the vet ,who my wife had phoned, to meet him at the surgery. I was worried about glass shards in Oscar's eyes,nose or paws. He was given a clean bill of health with not so much as a cut or graze. Not amusing at the time but we laughed afterwards and ensured all doors were opened when my son asked him to retrieve his bone. The vet reckoned the hard nylon bone caused the impact damage to the glass and none of Oscar's body tissue.
opened
the kitchen door to let Oscar into the garden in case he needed to go.
It was getting dark and Oscar kept returning to the kitchen door to wait for his hard nylon bone to be thrown down the bottom of the garden so he could retrieve it. His favourite game. Our son duly obliged but when it was retrieved Oscar came rushing back and decided to enter the house via the patio sliding door which was locked.There was one almighty crash and a tinkling of glass as the old non safety ,non toughend glass shattered into a million pieces.
Oscar just sat upright in the dining room wagging his tail and a big smile on his face. He looked like he wanted to do it again.
I put him straight in the car and rushed him to the vet ,who my wife had phoned, to meet him at the surgery. I was worried about glass shards in Oscar's eyes,nose or paws. He was given a clean bill of health with not so much as a cut or graze. Not amusing at the time but we laughed afterwards and ensured all doors were opened when my son asked him to retrieve his bone. The vet reckoned the hard nylon bone caused the impact damage to the glass and none of Oscar's body tissue.
We once owned a poodle who was an inveterate thief. This was at a time when bread roundsmen left loaves, rolls etc on doorsteps. Very often we would look out and see our dog dragging a loaf of bread up the path.
Also 8 of us, plus the dog, had a day at the seaside. The four young children enjoyed themselves immensely on their polystyrene surf boards. In the evening we went for a meal and the dog stayed at home, we returned later and the dog was obviously huffed at not being included, the four surfboards had been reduced to a huge pile of polystyrene chips. Even the children found it funny.
Also 8 of us, plus the dog, had a day at the seaside. The four young children enjoyed themselves immensely on their polystyrene surf boards. In the evening we went for a meal and the dog stayed at home, we returned later and the dog was obviously huffed at not being included, the four surfboards had been reduced to a huge pile of polystyrene chips. Even the children found it funny.
I had a mongrel (lab and German shepherd cross, I think), also named Basil. She (yes, I chose the name before the dog) chewed everything in sight, including phone wire, holly I had wrapped around the stairs at Christmas, the waste pipe at the back of the toilet (twice).
One evening my younger sister came round to show me the photos from her trip to Egypt, she took off her shoes, they were suede courts (this was the early 90's). I remember jokingly saying to be careful of where she put them just in case Basil took a fancy to them. Some hours and a few glasses of wine later, my sister is looking for her shoes so she can walk home. Needless to say when she found them Basil has chewed the toe off one of them, she was not impressed, and neither was I because I had to pay for a taxi and a new pair of shoes!!
One evening my younger sister came round to show me the photos from her trip to Egypt, she took off her shoes, they were suede courts (this was the early 90's). I remember jokingly saying to be careful of where she put them just in case Basil took a fancy to them. Some hours and a few glasses of wine later, my sister is looking for her shoes so she can walk home. Needless to say when she found them Basil has chewed the toe off one of them, she was not impressed, and neither was I because I had to pay for a taxi and a new pair of shoes!!
Don’t pets give us so many memories? The said dog Basil used to go on the railway line, wandering up along until the train driver would stop and put him on board to deliver him to our signal box., also he would go into the village tea room who texted me that was comfortable and he was given a Chelsea bun! Never mind he had a tag to say “I am a diabetic, please don’t feed me” Got him home and he an enormous hypo, resulting me injecting him. He was grounded after that!
Our first dogs were a pair of Lhasa Apsos. One of them hated the rain and didn't like going out of the house for his walks, if it was raining. Usually, we waited until the rain had abated. That was fine.
One day, as the rain was tippling down, he was standing by the back door, obviously wanting to go out for a wee. Mr T opened the back door, the dog put his two front paws out over the doorstep and proceeded to wee on the kitchen floor.
We did laugh. He was so pleased with himself, having stuck his head and front legs out of the door.
One day, as the rain was tippling down, he was standing by the back door, obviously wanting to go out for a wee. Mr T opened the back door, the dog put his two front paws out over the doorstep and proceeded to wee on the kitchen floor.
We did laugh. He was so pleased with himself, having stuck his head and front legs out of the door.
We got our first family dog when I was 16. He was supposed to be a GSD/Bulldog cross, it turned out that he was actlly a GSD/Bullmastiff/Scooby Doo cross.
One of his tricks was to scale a nine foot fence and go the nearby Primary School to 'help' the kids with their packed lunches. We were blissfully unaware of this for quite a while. We did wonder why all the kids seemed to know his name.
He was so good natured which was just as well as we never managed to train him properly.
One of his tricks was to scale a nine foot fence and go the nearby Primary School to 'help' the kids with their packed lunches. We were blissfully unaware of this for quite a while. We did wonder why all the kids seemed to know his name.
He was so good natured which was just as well as we never managed to train him properly.
We got our first family dog when I was 16. He was supposed to be a GSD/Bulldog cross, it turned out that he was actlly a GSD/Bullmastiff/Scooby Doo cross.
One of his tricks was to scale a nine foot fence and go the nearby Primary School to 'help' the kids with their packed lunches. We were blissfully unaware of this for quite a while. We did wonder why all the kids seemed to know his name.
He was so good natured which was just as well as we never managed to train him properly.
One of his tricks was to scale a nine foot fence and go the nearby Primary School to 'help' the kids with their packed lunches. We were blissfully unaware of this for quite a while. We did wonder why all the kids seemed to know his name.
He was so good natured which was just as well as we never managed to train him properly.
We got our first family dog when I was 16. He was supposed to be a GSD/Bulldog cross, it turned out that he was actlly a GSD/Bullmastiff/Scooby Doo cross.
One of his tricks was to scale a nine foot fence and go the nearby Primary School to 'help' the kids with their packed lunches. We were blissfully unaware of this for quite a while. We did wonder why all the kids seemed to know his name.
He was so good natured which was just as well as we never managed to train him properly.
One of his tricks was to scale a nine foot fence and go the nearby Primary School to 'help' the kids with their packed lunches. We were blissfully unaware of this for quite a while. We did wonder why all the kids seemed to know his name.
He was so good natured which was just as well as we never managed to train him properly.
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