davyK wrote:My bro in law lives at Cannock Chase and the deer are a real driving hazard
A guy I know in work culls them in the South of Ireland and is good for some venison from time to time but I imagine I'd find it hard to shoot something like that.
I always thought 'birdstrike' makes it sound like an intentional attack.poprock wrote:Birdstrike is no laughing matter. Bet the pilot shat him/herself. Amazing photo though.
yourfavouriteuncle wrote:We got are kids old pants and cut holes in them for the dog tails and invented our very own DoggyForm so do that. Works a treat but you obvs don’t take them out in public looking like that for oh, the shame.
regmcfly wrote:we can't have a radioactive cat
davyK wrote:When I was a kid , our wee dog going into season heralded a few weeks of insanity. This was a time when dogs roamed freely. Our front garden was horny dog central. My dad came downstairs one morning to be greeted by a small male dog. How the fuck he got in we will never know. He started to growl at my dad....big mistake - old school shipyard boot up the arse out the front door - back to the pack of hopeful suitors. There was a bonkers golden lab that tried to mount my brother and I in school (we went to a local primary). It had to be put down eventually after he mounted our next door neighbour who was 7 months pregnant at the time. Despite best intentions, love always seemed to find a way. We had several litters of pups and we gave them away as per the traditions of 70s working class areas. Our Heinz 57 offspring no doubt made local posties' lives a misery for years. I was told when I was older that my dad drowned one litter. My parents being of modest means followed the stratagem of tolerate-and-wait , believing it would get better as the dog aged but it seemed to get worse - they eventually paid for her to be "doctored". I think that was post-litter-drown as my Dad couldn't face that again.
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