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Holy cow! A wild DonNH sighting!

Not in here you haven't. I would know. I read every post. Even the nasty ones where @JaCado described his toes breaking.

 

She's 43 now. You can't see the scars on her face unless you know where to look. I would've KILLED the dog immediately!!!

It's been 39 years & he still regrets not breaking it's neck right then. He assumed his in-laws would've done the right thing but they didn't.

 

My chihuahua bites me a lot. And makes me bleed. She's normally sweet and gentle but she loves to play catch with a mini-tennis ball. And comes to grab it out of my hand if I don't throw it fast enough. She usually ends up taking a piece of me with it. It doesn't really hurt very bad and a lot of times I won't realize I'm bleeding until I see it.

 

It's only hell for the body, not the soul

Yep. I love my dog to death and she is family...but if that ever happened i would not hesitate

 

Goodnight everyone. Promised my self to be in bed early . Need sleep badly

 

We had several Great Danes when I was younger. One of the females was prego by our Male harlequin (type of Dane, more expensive). We had 4, Abigail (fawn), Brandy ( blue,prego) and dillon( the harlequin, sire), and sandy (red/rust color). All rescues.
We had friends over and they brought their teenagers with them, both Dillon are laying on the floor near each other. The kids got down and started to snuggle, love and pet the gentle giants. Well it turns out Dillon wasn't so gentle. The kid loving brandy did something (not sure what), but next thing you know Dillon has this kids entire head in his mouth and on top of him in a heartbeat. My dad jumped on this miniature horses back and pulled him off. Took him outside and tied him to the bumper of the truck. Came back in and my mom was tending to the kid and the other parents are on the phone to the paramedics/fire dept.
After the kid was taken away, still breathing, just very bloody and several new ventilation holes in his face and skull. I think he took like 50 plus stitches. My dad grabbed his 45 and took the dog out back. While we dug the hole.

 

Alright, Random Story number 2:

We're living in a slightly-better-than-meh shit heap in college. It's me, fucktard and another buddy of mine. Out in the backyard there's a dying tree, weeds, and what is supposed to be a fire pit but is really a haphazardly arranged mess of bricks that is somewhat identifiable as a firepit with a grate on top for cooking, which admittedly helped us make some bomb tri tip...but i digress. One night it's me, fucktard, my buddy, a couple randos and the uncle of fucktard who is only a little older than him for reasons I never cared to ask. So we're enjoying some cheap beer by the fire, shootin the shit and doing dumb things. Well, the uncle of fucktard suddenly tells us all that we should probably step back because he decided, in his limited wisdom to throw a full can of axe body spray into the fire. We all immediately get up and run to get behind something. About 10 seconds later there is an explosion, not a bang, not a noise, an explosion that ripped the firepit apart and threw a fireball about 60 feet into the air and sent shit everywhere. Somehow nobody called the cops. -End of Random Story number 2-

 

If it does it once...it likely will again.

There's an old saying that "every dog gets one bite" (as in a second chance).
My Dad had his own version:
"Every dog gets one bite. Then he gets shot".

I'll reprise here a story the regulars have seen before.
It was a long time ago and this story might not quite match up to the way I told it before.
Hey, I'm old.

One day we find a bunch of chickens dead in the henhouse.
My Dad looked around and said something like: "Dogs running loose. They'll be back."
They had dug under the fence.
That evening we're sitting with rifles on the back porch and sure enough.
So we plug 'em and Dad reports it to the township cops.

Turned out it was a guy down the road. Not a farmer or country person.
He had bought an old farmhouse with a few dozen acres and fancied himself a gentleman farmer.
La-Di-Dah. Asshole Esquire.
The township cop somehow knew it was his dogs. Maybe they had found trouble before...
So the cop comes by and talks to my Dad and calls the guy and he comes all irate wanting to press charges.

The policeman looks at him and says: "You let your dogs run loose. You're the one responsible."
And turns to my Dad and asks if HE wants to press charges and damages.
Nah, not worth the hassle.

Here's the thing: Dogs must be trained and controlled.
Or they will get into trouble.
I loved my own dogs, but that's how it is.

 

Great story.



I'll tell a moonshine story sometime.

 

Would love to hear it!

 

Oh, and I guess I should show the first

Random story number one:

years back in an old shitbox we used to rent, fucktard and I were making food. I had some shit in the oven and he was using a pan on the burner. No idea what he was making, doesn't matter, he's a fucktard. Anyway, he uses a lot of oil in this thing with the burners on high and at some point shit went south and there's now a fire in the pan. No problem, let's not panic. Snuff it out, there's a fire extinguisher, we have options. Noooo. Fucktard picks up pan, realizes handle is hot and drops flaming death onto the floor, engulfing most of the floor in flames that are now pretty big. He's right next to the sink where I am now on the other side of this hellfire, so fuctard finally comes to senses as I'm yelling at him to grab the fire extinguisher and put it out. Huge burn spots and he had to pay to fix the floor along with the mild burn and smoke remains on most of the cabinets and part of the ceiling. fucktard is still a fucktard to this day.

 

Ha, my cats do that too. One of them will even play fetch.
I don't mind if they draw blood, we play a little rough.

But you know what?
If those cute little kitty cats were, say, 50 pounds or so, I wouldn't trust them for one second.

 

Yessir

 

She may have better pics, but @OneGiraffe started dinner at like 7am, and we just ate it.
#amazing

 

Damn needle teeth.

Night, Brian.

What are you laughing at?

Grits and pulled pork?

 

Wussy

 

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