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    The day rarely goes by that I don't think of Chloe the Wonder Dog. She was a GSD cross, trained as an epilepsy support dog but versatile enough to be a Thinking Brain Dog for the Clueless.

    Among her delightful habits was: . Anytime we were out on a walk somewhere and I needed the toilet, she would piddle on top of my puddle.

    Let's hear everyone's stories about their four-legged companions!
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    God where to begin..........
    A dog I part owned saved me from a fire once which I have never forgot & I think of that doggo daily.

    I found this yesterday & it made me laugh so hard, this doggo is my spirit animal without question.
    F.U.B.A.R. I got the feeling you may laugh as much as I did if you watch this.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhmYh31jPiA
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    We had a pet duck which hated my brother and I and would try to peck us whenever it could. It would do this to everyone apart from my mother who it loved and would be really affectionate toward. One day our local pools man retired and left a brief goodbye note for the family to which I added underneath that he quit as he hates having to deal with our fucking duck. My mum totally believed it as well.
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    Remember taking our lurcher to a rather edgy free festival in the late 80's, full of Brew Crew types and convoy kids.

    Said lurcher (Mongoose by name) decided to get it on with another lurcher-type. As they were frantically shagging they somehow got twisted around so they were facing in opposite directions but were still, er, connected...

    This led to both dogs screaming in pain and to the doggy-owners considerable distress. A massive biker type who
    was selling hash hotknives was beside himself with laughter, he thought it was well funny when nobody else did.

    The dogs suddenly broke free and Mongoose jumped straight into my arms, knocking me backwards into the laughing biker, who then fell backwards himself....straight into his gas hotknife stove which was propelled into his massive tent, which was reduced to ash within seconds...he wasn't laughing then but plenty others were
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    ^ it wasn't the magic mushroom festival at Ribblehead viaduct by any chance was it?
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    Quote Originally Posted by F.U.B.A.R. View Post
    ^ it wasn't the magic mushroom festival at Ribblehead viaduct by any chance was it?
    It was the elephant fair in Cornwall (I think....perhaps)

    I did attend the Ribblehead shenanigans twice though...late 80's
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    Quote Originally Posted by benson7 View Post
    We had a pet duck which hated my brother and I and would try to peck us whenever it could. It would do this to everyone apart from my mother who it loved and would be really affectionate toward. One day our local pools man retired and left a brief goodbye note for the family to which I added underneath that he quit as he hates having to deal with our fucking duck. My mum totally believed it as well.
    I love this, I tried to quote it yesterday but the computer went off for some reason.
    Hail to our duck overlords I say.
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    Quote Originally Posted by benson7 View Post
    We had a pet duck which hated my brother and I and would try to peck us whenever it could. It would do this to everyone apart from my mother who it loved and would be really affectionate toward. One day our local pools man retired and left a brief goodbye note for the family to which I added underneath that he quit as he hates having to deal with our fucking duck. My mum totally believed it as well.
    LOVED this story

    Quote Originally Posted by ageingpartyfiend View Post
    Remember taking our lurcher to a rather edgy free festival in the late 80's, full of Brew Crew types and convoy kids.

    Said lurcher (Mongoose by name) decided to get it on with another lurcher-type. As they were frantically shagging they somehow got twisted around so they were facing in opposite directions but were still, er, connected...

    This led to both dogs screaming in pain and to the doggy-owners considerable distress. A massive biker type who
    was selling hash hotknives was beside himself with laughter, he thought it was well funny when nobody else did.

    The dogs suddenly broke free and Mongoose jumped straight into my arms, knocking me backwards into the laughing biker, who then fell backwards himself....straight into his gas hotknife stove which was propelled into his massive tent, which was reduced to ash within seconds...he wasn't laughing then but plenty others were
    Lurchers are the only dogs I've ever had or am interested in (apart from greyhounds, you beautiful creatures)

    Quote Originally Posted by ageingpartyfiend View Post
    It was the elephant fair in Cornwall (I think....perhaps)
    I went to Elephant Fayre in the mid-eighties (that's another story - told in a 'first ever spliff' thread somewhere on bl)
    Are you sure you didn't mean Treworgey Festival in Cornwall in the late '80's? Your scene-setting describes that festival more than Elephant Fayre to me!

    My last love-of-my-life lurcher died over 15 years ago & I still shed the occasional tear over her now
    She was AMAZING & I miss her still

    I was too heartbroken for another dog, plus the expense deterred me
    I was paying the vet bill for months after they put her to sleep *kerching* & I walked out of there howling & clutching her collar, with my embarrassed teenager ushering me to the car
    Although I miss those early morning/late night walks & knowing where the moon's at in its phase, I like being able to go away somewhere for a couple of days, not have to worry about a dog-sitter or whether where I'm going accepts dogs & know the cats will be fine for a couple of nights with plenty of food & water & a cat flap

    I meant to actually talk about a cat episode that occurred today, but I've been waffling on about dogs for ages & I don't even like cats, even though they've stayed alive far longer than all my beloved dogs
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    I'm more a cat person, or a 'waifs, strays and oddballs' kind. Have only ever had a dog once, and that was after I realized some fuckwits were just chucking her out on the street all day and leaving her to fend for herself. There's always been something in me that just has zero tolerance or patience for bastards like that, and whether the critter has two legs, four or on occasion, 8 (last pets were some brown widow spiders. fucking coppers killed them in a raid, deliberately from what I can tell. I've a sickening feeling they were microwaved)

    Quite tame actually, for all their notoriety, black and brown widows are more of the 'curl up and hope it goes away' sort when something a potential threat is in the vicinity. Although one did get me once, after laying egg sacks, didn't half fucking hurt, and not just at the bite site, could hardly move the day after. But understandable enough, and usually they retreat, rather than go howling berserk like I've read of say, some people who kept Phoneutria spp. spiders, or giant centipedes as pets (Phoneutria=brazillian wandering spiders, just about the orneriest bunch of 8 legged psychos I've ever heard of, I've even read of one encounter, unintended, where someone tried flattening one with a broom, only to find a large, deadly spider sprinting up the handle intent on payback)

    And at least, calm disposition aside, they are relatively small, and can't really put on those sudden bursts of speed large mygalomorph and a couple of the more dangerous, large araneomorph spiders can (typically the ones that are the worst they have to offer by way of a bite, like Phoneutria, and the bigger, reportedly calm in captivity, but damn near invisible desert burrowing spiders related to recluse spiders, only with far fewer bites recorded to humans due to their naturally remote habitats, but when it has happened, the prognosis is grim, no antivenin available, and of two I am aware of, one guy died, the other lost an arm, apparently when kept as pets, they don't tend to be aggressive but can put on a real sprint, and try throwing themselves up tank walls) Just what you want to find in your shoes one day.

    Have had other odd pets, took in a baby hedgehog, and reared it up to strength before releasing it again, found in a back alley, stick thin, bugger all in the way of fat reserves, and would definitely not have survived the winter.

    A rook or raven, not sure which, a rescue after finding it wounded, the result of a shotgun blast, quite a few birds actually. Including one that was less a pet, more a momentary rescue, found a small sparrow type bird stunned in the middle of a road, think it had KOed itself flying into a bus shelter. Was going to take it to a nearby vet, only I had to go to a GP appointment myself,was on the way there at the time.

    So this little bird goes up the sleeve of my trenchcoat, intended to keep it safe, warm and calm in the dark. Only it didn't quite work out that way. Woke up mid consultation with the doc, shot out of my coat sleeve like a bullet and went on flying madly round the room. Eventually recaptured, with some effort, and a decidedly stunned GP, who did give me a bit of a telling off not to bring animals there again, but seemed to see the funny side of it, and that it was a rescue, so I didn't really have much choice at the time.

    Hard not to laugh your arse off, little bugger made quite a scene, flying around twittering like a meth-addled bat outa hell, around this small surgery room, absolutely golden the look on the GPs face, although I suspect I probably looked much the same, after it shot out of my sleeve like that. Wasn't banking on it waking up in the middle of my medical appointment. Christ it was fucking funny as though
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