I'm sure everyone's got a good dog story because the little bastards are mental. Love the twats me. I mean, look at this little nobhead..
Toppa eh. So haway, share some daft dog stories. I'll start...
When I was 15 I took my old staffy, Bonnie, to my lasses house one day. It was the first time I'd met the lasses parents, and I hadn't been with the lass that long, so I was nervous about making a good impression on everyone. So not long after getting there the daft dog has decided to have one of those mad fits where they run from room to room fast as fuck then stop and do spins before shooting off again. (There must be a name for them surely? The crazies?) Anyway, I'm chasing it room to room like a pillock trying to get the bastard to stop (it thinks I'm playing, obviously) and it darts under the gf's Mums bed and starts doing twirls. So I'm apologizing on my knees in the Mars room trying to coax it out when suddenly it comes shooting out.. with a pair of the Mars white knickers stuck over it's head. (They were sitting perfectly anarl, one eye looking through each leg). So, obviously, what does it do? It darts straight into the front room where everyone's sitting, and starts spinning around on the spot with these f***ing white knickers stuck over it's heed. The Mar's in stitches of laughter, I'm standing there red-faced telling it to stop, and that was the last bloody time I took Bonnie to our lasses.
Took me 5 minutes to get the buggers off her head. Never been so embarrassed in my life. God I miss that dog.
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Toppa eh. So haway, share some daft dog stories. I'll start...
When I was 15 I took my old staffy, Bonnie, to my lasses house one day. It was the first time I'd met the lasses parents, and I hadn't been with the lass that long, so I was nervous about making a good impression on everyone. So not long after getting there the daft dog has decided to have one of those mad fits where they run from room to room fast as fuck then stop and do spins before shooting off again. (There must be a name for them surely? The crazies?) Anyway, I'm chasing it room to room like a pillock trying to get the bastard to stop (it thinks I'm playing, obviously) and it darts under the gf's Mums bed and starts doing twirls. So I'm apologizing on my knees in the Mars room trying to coax it out when suddenly it comes shooting out.. with a pair of the Mars white knickers stuck over it's head. (They were sitting perfectly anarl, one eye looking through each leg). So, obviously, what does it do? It darts straight into the front room where everyone's sitting, and starts spinning around on the spot with these f***ing white knickers stuck over it's heed. The Mar's in stitches of laughter, I'm standing there red-faced telling it to stop, and that was the last bloody time I took Bonnie to our lasses.
Took me 5 minutes to get the buggers off her head. Never been so embarrassed in my life. God I miss that dog.