Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

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One of my current favourites is the original made for TV Batman which is on BBC4.

KERSPLAT!!!

[Rod Paradise]

One of my current favourites is the original made for TV Batman which is on BBC4.

KERSPLAT!!!

Captain America FTW!!

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One of my current favourites is the original made for TV Batman which is on BBC4.

KERSPLAT!!!

Captain America FTW!!

LOOOOL!

[kinboshi]

One of my current favourites is the original made for TV Batman which is on BBC4.

KERSPLAT!!!

Captain America FTW!!

LOOOOL!

That's brilliant.  Is it real, or a mock-up?

[Rod Paradise]

That's brilliant.  Is it real, or a mock-up?

From what I've found it's real.


Along with:



Which some wiseass pc-ifyed....

[sovietsong]

That Martin Clunes series looks like its gonna be a cracker, it was great to see proper jacks working instead of being someones rat like lap dog, and now the good the bad and the ugly, cracking tv tonight.

What a great series this is going to be. At last a programme about dogs where they are not presented as little four legged furry humans in disguise.

How quickly and efficiently those Jack Russell terriers killed those rats. much more humane than traps or poison.

Notice how well behaved they were, working as a team but not foolish enough to bother trying to grab a rat that is already being dealt with by another terrier. Notice also, as soon as the rat was dead, the terrier dropped it and set about looking for the next one.

It was amazing to watch them at work, the were so quick, like you say much more humane than traps etc.  I think we could use Dog's for far more than we do, they have gone from a useful aide to a pet that gets what it wants as long as it can 'roll over' etc!

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That Martin Clunes series looks like its gonna be a cracker, it was great to see proper jacks working instead of being someones rat like lap dog, and now the good the bad and the ugly, cracking tv tonight.

What a great series this is going to be. At last a programme about dogs where they are not presented as little four legged furry humans in disguise.

How quickly and efficiently those Jack Russell terriers killed those rats. much more humane than traps or poison.

Notice how well behaved they were, working as a team but not foolish enough to bother trying to grab a rat that is already being dealt with by another terrier. Notice also, as soon as the rat was dead, the terrier dropped it and set about looking for the next one.

It was amazing to watch them at work, the were so quick, like you say much more humane than traps etc.  I think we could use Dog's for far more than we do, they have gone from a useful aide to a pet that gets what it wants as long as it can 'roll over' etc!

When I used to hunt with dogs I would take both sight hounds and terriers. I would watch them and they would watch me and each other. Everyone seemed to realise that we were helping each other, not competing.

The sight hounds were content to let the terriers work the cover, and the terriers were happy to bolt prey for the hounds to chase down.

[sovietsong]

I walked a friends dog yesterday, took some cracking photos, but my selfish girlfriend has taken 'her' camera to southampton with her while she goes to visit family so cant upload them...how dare she!

Question Time

What is the most amount of dogs you have owned at one time?

How many dogs have you owned in your lifetime?

If you could have 3 of your past dogs now, which ones would you have and why!?

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I walked a friends dog yesterday, took some cracking photos, but my selfish girlfriend has taken 'her' camera to southampton with her while she goes to visit family so cant upload them...how dare she!

Question Time

What is the most amount of dogs you have owned at one time?

How many dogs have you owned in your lifetime?

If you could have 3 of your past dogs now, which ones would you have and why!?

I suppose (Discounting litters of pups) I have never owned more than 5 dogs at the one time. 

How many in my lifetime? I honestly don't know. When you use dogs for hare coursing or lamping or ratting etc they're not like pet dogs, you buy and sell some, some don't make the grade, some are injured and have to be retired, some even get killed, so you tend to get through a few one way or another.

3 Past dogs?

Kim, an Alsatian x Rodesian ridgeback, my first dog and my childhood friend.

Ben, a yellow Labrador that I bought when my first daughter was born. He was the family dog, the kids grew up with him. He was the smartest dog I have ever seen.

Branch, a jet black smooth coated lurcher, he was a great all round hunter, a clown, an incorrigible thief, a complete scoundrel, a hero and the loyalest companion you could ever wish for.

[sovietsong]

Thanks Red! 

[Karabiner]

Oooh Batman just starting and guess who's the "guest villainess" ?

Talullah Bankhead no less !

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Damn! Just in time to be too late.

[cia260895]

I had very much enjoyed hunting with my first ferret “Thin Lizzie” but our partnership came to an untimely end when she died as the result of a rat bite. After a brief but respectable period of mourning, I was keen to replace her as soon as possible. With this in mind, I started perusing the animals and pets section of the “The Star” Sheffield’s local newspaper, copies of which were freely available to anyone who could run very fast.

After a few days worth of diligent browsing, my eyes lit upon this advertisement.

Ferret. Large albino hob. Excellent worker. Not suitable as pet. Free to good home.

To cut al long story short, I went to Rotherham on my bike with my ferret box strapped to the carrier. My cousin Billy Smooth came along for the ride.

The bloke who owned the ferret seemed very keen to part with it. “Ah can tell you lad’s will look after ‘im” he said, “Now dun’t get ‘im near thee face will tha?” And with that, he quickly popped something into the ferret box and went back indoors.

“He’s half mine you know” Said Billy as we rode home, “You heard what he said, he gave him to both of us”

When we got home, I lifted the lid of the ferret box to get a first real look at “Our” ferret. The thing that I saw looked like a lavatory brush and sounded like a well-shaken bottle of Coke with a puncture. This was one angry ferret. Before I could stop him, Billy Smooth put his hand into the box. When he took it out again, the ferret was firmly attached to the fleshy part between his thumb and forefinger.

After a few minutes, he seemed to realise that running back and forth whilst screaming and windmilling his arm as I chased after him wasn’t really working, and instead he stood still, screwed his eyes tightly shut, and held the ferret out towards me. I did eventually manage to ”Pinch it off” by pressing it’s lips against its teeth until it was forced to let go.

After an hour or so, the ferret had calmed down. I assumed that the ride back from Rotherham in the ferret box had upset it, but I was wrong, this ferret was a psychopath.

I came to this realisation the following day when, after watching me handle “Tin ribs” several times without incident, Billy Smooth decided he would like to have another go. He picked the ferret up again, somewhat cautiously at first, but with increasing confidence. Within 10 minutes or so, he was cradling it in his arms like a baby.

Suddenly, and without provocation of any kind, the ferret went all lavatory brush and Coke bottle again and it sank its needle sharp teeth into the nearest piece of flesh. Unfortunately, this happened to be Billy’s right nipple. This time I could do nothing to help; I was transfixed by the spectacle before me.

First of all Billy let out an ear splitting, siren like wail. It was the sort of sound you could only make if you were in terrible pain, or you had won the lottery. “Woooo!  Wooo hooo hooo!” 

Billy grabbed the ferret with both hands and started to pull, howling all the time “Woooo Hooooo!!”  The ferret seemed to stretch to an impossible length, and so did Billy’s tit. Something had to give, and it did.

The ferret didn’t let go, but it’s sharp teeth tore right through Billy’s skin and it came free with a definite twanging sound. Billy quickly lifted up his jersey to survey the damage. He continued to howl, but he stopped every now and then to blow gently on his lacerated nipple. The ferret meanwhile, although perhaps an inch or two longer, seemed to be none the worse for the incident and appeared to have forgotten all about it.

I looked at Billy, his lips pursed, still blowing on his tit. I knew It would be a long time before he forgot, and I suspected his enthusiasm for ferret ownership was waning. 

have just caught up to date, this really made me LOL      

Cheers

[phatomch]

I'm looking forward to the rest of this story. Apart from the inevitable sad ending that your pet stories always seem to have. 

Well you guessed it Evil, there is a sad ending to the ferret story, but the concept of a  “sad ending” is subjective. If you think about it, most animals have a much shorter life span than we do, so in telling an animal story, it sort of follows that you have to finish by reporting it’s demise.

As I see it, all you can do for any animal in your charge is to ensure that it is well cared for (Both physically and mentally) and then, when the time comes, have the courage to do the decent thing by not allowing it to suffer a long illness or a painful death.

If it falls to you to make sure that your pet has a good death, it’s comforting to know that you also gave it a good life.


See. This is why I could never write a book. When I started this tale, I had no intention of telling you about this particular ferret. I wanted to tell you a little story involving my brother Tracy, my cousin Billy Smooth, A 4-10 shotgun, and a whole nother ferret altogether, but as soon as I began to type, I started thinking about “Thin Lizzie” and before I knew it, I was telling her story instead.

must be time for this strory now

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I'm looking forward to the rest of this story. Apart from the inevitable sad ending that your pet stories always seem to have. 

Well you guessed it Evil, there is a sad ending to the ferret story, but the concept of a  “sad ending” is subjective. If you think about it, most animals have a much shorter life span than we do, so in telling an animal story, it sort of follows that you have to finish by reporting it’s demise.

As I see it, all you can do for any animal in your charge is to ensure that it is well cared for (Both physically and mentally) and then, when the time comes, have the courage to do the decent thing by not allowing it to suffer a long illness or a painful death.

If it falls to you to make sure that your pet has a good death, it’s comforting to know that you also gave it a good life.


See. This is why I could never write a book. When I started this tale, I had no intention of telling you about this particular ferret. I wanted to tell you a little story involving my brother Tracy, my cousin Billy Smooth, A 4-10 shotgun, and a whole nother ferret altogether, but as soon as I began to type, I started thinking about “Thin Lizzie” and before I knew it, I was telling her story instead.

must be time for this strory now

Next on the list Phat.