Being a dog-lover, it tickled me................

[martin]

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!


Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again on the carpet..
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. B * stards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies'. I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...

[Ivan]

Seems to sum both up pretty adequately.

[northern installer]

yes,spot on Martin,like they say,dogs have owners,but cats have servants

[Amy]

........And the owners resemble their dog.

So, what breed of dog are you? 

I guess im a Russell, ..........cute, keen, a strong charactar, loyal, hard working, great company, spirited, independant, unique, ..............no worms or fleas,  sometimes refered to as a person 

[NickW]

What do ya reckon?

[guydewdney]

My mrs is one of these then

[Amy]

Ah Nick, a devil dog eh?
Remember watching the graveyard scene in the "Omen"?
How scary was that

[martin]

Smashing dogs!! - once had a black lab/rottweiller cross - he was very special!
At the moment, we've got two - a Jack Ruffie (my dog), who strangely enough would seem to share a few characteristics with me - he's a Jack Russell/Staffie Cross, and we've also got my mother's dog - a Chihukie!
(half chihuaha, half yorkie)

[NickW]

Ah Nick, a devil dog eh?
Remember watching the graveyard scene in the "Omen"?
How scary was that

Rottweilers have a terribly maligned reputation. They are lovely gentle dogs.

No such thing as a 'bad' dog - just a$$hole owners

[NickW]

I don't own a dog at present but regular look after my aunts dog - a staffy cross

Heres a pic from her recent holiday in Cambridge

[Ivan]

I had a half-chihuahua half-great dane once. Imagine that!!

[Ivan]

OK, I was only joking.

[Eleanor]

I'd be this one, has a great life, or so the cat says ..

[paul149]

Note;
        Feed, love and care for a dog and he will think that YOU are god!!!
but   Feed, love and care for a cat and it will think HE is god............

[lightfoot]

I've had a couple of working Spingers (well one was me Brother's).  A fine Lurcher - smart, fast and never barked.  And about ten years ago, I rescued a hardy wee terrier (Sporting Lucas we now think....shame I had his nuts off), who's lost one eye and blind in the other, mad as a hatter and a fantastic howler...we often have a sing song, especially to Seamus by Pink Floyd