When my kids were young and I lived in town, I had a problem with a large dog dropping clangers all over my front lawn. You know the result. Kids would come in stinking like hell with clanger dough all over their trotters and then comes summer and you hit it with your lawn mower and a cloud of Agent orange would descend upon you and have you gagging in the shrubbery.
So, what I did, was a full on Starsky and Hutch replay. Got myself an air powered eight shot colt 45 in .22 calibre slug pistol and bunged a nice fresh CO2 cyclinder in it, for maximum affect. I saw the large dog coming into our property one Saturday morning, grabbed the slug pistol and twisted the key to puncture the CO2 cyclinder. I asked my wife to wrench the front door open as quick as she could, which she did very well. I leapt out onto the porch, down on one knee, both hands holding the pistol out in front and managed to pump all eight rounds into the bugger while he was in the middle of a dirty big squat. Man it sounded good.
The mangy mutt leapt about two metres into the air with a massive clanger hanging out it's arse. It's legs were going like a blur and just like in the Scobby Doo movies. When it hit the ground, grass and dirt was flying everywhere as it tried to get a grip. I jumped back inside as quick as I could and slammed the door shut, peering out the curtain as all hell broke loose.
This mutts racing up and down the road, baying and hollering, up the crescent and back again. Neighbours are all coming out to see what the ruckus is all about. Guess what, no more clangers on my front yard.![]()
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