My dad used to love our cats, so much so that one day he was hugging one (Dark Pussy) when she shat herself all over mum's recipe books
We also had a rooster called Lawrence who we'd raised from a little chick, he was a confused little fello who used to try and root ice cream containers![]()
Sign of a good one, Anne. Bidet's gooooood??
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
Check your policies, animal damage is usually excluded.
We had a Lab we adopted from the SPCA, who was shit scared of thunder, fireworks, sheep and her shadow to name but a few things. One Guy Fawkes we had a neighbourhood bonfire extravaganza at ours, being a weekend it was always going top be a goodieI took pity on Tess and brought her inside for the night, locked her in the laundry. She was an outside dog for the obvious reasons, and because if we let her inside she ate the girls Barbie dolls
Anyway, a good time was had by all, apart from Tess as we discovered the next morning. Holy destroyed laundries Batman! This dog had excavated the floor by the back door, through the vinyl, and halfway throught the boards to boot. She had also obviously gone about as mental as a terrified dog could and shit, actually I cant talk about it to this day. Suffice to say she destroyed my laundry.
Insurance declined my original claim, but I got them in the end.
What a mess, poor old Tess!
I used to let my cockateils roam free in a room in the house, but they shat everywhere and pecked and nibbled the crap out of pictures, wires, hair ties, curtains etc, also had chinchillas that nibbled on speaker wires and cables, books and anything else they could lay their little teeth into. My horse used to chew my bridle if I left it out, eat the roses off my dad's bushes as he walked by, drank out of coke cans and ate saveloys! Bloody animals eh!
How could it bite hard if you'd turned it into a curry?
Oh yes, of course, silly me. Been there myself. (Just spray and walk away.....)
I used to have a goat, his name was Morgan. A bit of an attitude but I like that in an animal (and a woman, actually, hmm, what's the diff?). Man, could that thing eat.....he cleaned up all the blackberry at one place, then we moved, he cleaned that up too (after being impounded by the Wgtn City Council for time after eating the neighbours laundry, knickers and all!) and then he got shipped to Paraparaumu to my olds' place. We thought he'd be fine to the end of his days as there was that much scrub to devour, but no. He cleaned that place up too. He did actually die there but not of starvation; vet reckoned he'd just done his dash. He was one funny goat, I reckoned he listened when you talked to him and if he didn't like what he heard, he'd butt your arse. Got the old man too. Funny goat.....
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