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Why? How else are you supposed to find out what's wrong with the dog without
carrying out tests?

 

"It's fucked. Give you a tenner for it. Or break it for spares."

 

Ebay don't let you sell animals.
Does that ban still apply to components?
--
Alex

"I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away"

www.drzoidberg.co.uk www.ebayfaq.co.uk

 

And when the rocks in the fire go soft the Guinea Pig is ready to eat!

<boom boom!>

 

I'm ashamed I didn't take the little thing more seriously, especially
in the bedroom. I doubt "beware of the Guinea Pig" would've deterred a
committed intruder.

 

War-guinea-pig would definitely be worth seeing.

 

Dear Margaret.

As you can see I've finally mastered this email thing! Sue and John
came to visit today, which was nice, and it was Sue who taught me how
to use the email. I shall be writing to you often now that I have
figured it out. Please send my love to Helen and the boys.


See you soon Love Mum xxx
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<hearty gut laugh>

 

I know it's bad, but surely not *that* bad?

 

Old story, told too many times. Years ago (almost 20) a Securicor
company I worked for had a session of belt-tightening.

The Sales Director was *crap* and they made it utterly plain to him that
he wasn't going to get his bonus- why he hadn't worked this out from the
sales figures is beyond me. Anyway... his response was to go home and
take all of the family pets (hamsters, gerbils and guinea pigs IIRC)to
the vet and have them snuffed as an economy measure.

"I'm fucking miserable and I'm taking the kids down with me"

Heh.

 

<>:

Oh, my sweet animal fucking god. Just when you thought things couldn't
get any more depraved.

 

Ouch. Sorry to hear that.

 

Wotcha.

Bugger !

Been there etc.


In true Sod's Law fashion, whilst throwing stuff away this morning I
happened upon some photographs that had been stuffed in an old envelope.
One trip down memory lane later . . . was it really 1984 when my dog died ?
Now I feel old.

 

Hah! You old fart.

1990 when I took the first one to the vet (attacked my daughter)

1998 when I took another to the vet (got old and had to be put down)

2001 when both of mine got hold of some poison from somewhere (keeper
poisoned an animal which they found once dead is the theory). One died,
the other didn't.

*sigh* current one which survived the poison is now looking old at 12 or
so now.

It's sad but I don't think I'm going to get another. It'll be strange
not to have a dog since I grew up with them and always had them once I
left home.

Think I'll take her for a walk.

 

No more pets[1] for me, I'll stick with the cats for the time being.
I've always fancied a Weimaraner or two but I'll wait until I have the
land and the time.

[1] the loan share pony I've been talked into doesn't count.

 

Weimaraners are lovely dogs; my ex's brother has one, a pedigree
bitch. Unfortunately, they don't come with brains, and there's no
retro-fit option.

 

An ex had a Guinea pig - it fucking hated me! The bastard thing would
come charging across the room and try to sink its teeth into me,
whenever it was let out of its cage.

 

Oops!!

Bit distracted at the time - I was fucking frozen cos my heating died
and the engineer bloke was making a racket... and I had an almighty
hangover.

 

Cheers fella, biggest laugh of the day.

 

Note to self: STAY AWAY FROM TECHNOLOGY UNTIL HANGOVER HAS PASSED!!!