Terrible news today – my dog, Button’s was attached at the local park this morning by a big, snarling mongrel of a thing that was off it’s lead and obviously out of control of it’s idiotic owner. It looked like a cross between a Boxer and a Rottwheeler or some such– vicious and unpredictable. I gave it an almighty kick in the rib’s to get it away, and the owner had the nerve to have a go at ME!! I told him were to go in no uncertain term’s and got down to help Button’s. By the tim eI got back up with the poor bugger in my arm’s the cowardly bastard was gone.
A religious Man might ask what he’d done to offend his Maker! first the trouble with Slim and he’s bloody Leftist mates, now the poor dog get’s it, who had never done any one or anything any harm in his nine year’s. I’m ropeable.
The vet has told us the damage is’nt to bad, no broken bones although he needed some stiches under his front right leg and is sore and understandably distressed. If I ever see that bastard and his Cur at the park again, so help me god I will bloody his nose.
I just do’nt understand why someone with a dangerouos dog would be iresponsible enough to let them of lead to the danger of all and sundry. Every body know’s there dogs’ personality and propencity for violence, and it is the height of stupidity to not restain it acorddingly.
Button’s was actually my wife’s dog. She brought him, without my Permission, not to long before she took off, maybe a year top’s. I had never liked dog’s — infact, if not for Horse’s I would’nt say I had an interest in animal’s at all-but what could I do? Slim had become attached to the little blighter and I felt duty bound to look after it. And I did
Its amazing how quickly a dog can turn you’re affection around. It go’s without saying that a Pomeranian is’nt quite the right Dog for a Man of my statue ,and I have never gotten used to the silliness of having to call out the name “Button’s” at the park when the devil is off sniffing other dogs arse’s —incidentally I tried to get him too answer the name Ralph many year’s ago but no avail.
But dispite all this I’ve grown to love him. Slim, off course has lost interest in him now that he’s an O So important Intelectual. But he’s a valued part of Family Bull, which make’s todays development all the more painful.
They say bad luck come’s in three’s — I shutter to think what my third metophorical kick in the gut’s is going to be!!
Button’s is on the couch sleepy, sometime’s watching me as I type. Good luck mate and get Well soon.
Raymond Bull
4 Comments
April 18, 2008 at 1:30 am
Cheer up Ray. I reckon your wife leaving you qualifies as a third piece of bad luck (assuming it wasn’t your behaviour that drove her away!) Onwards and upwards for you and Buttons from this point on mate.
May 22, 2008 at 5:52 am
Your first bit of bad luck was inheriting such a ugly “gay-homosexual” dog!
I reckon the big dog only wanted it to beat him up because it’s the doggy version of the the singer from Thirsty Merc.
If my wife left me and deserted her dog, I’d chop the he mutt up into pieces and send them to her – especially if it looked like Buttons.
At least the the fucking rat a hair cut.
May 25, 2008 at 10:01 am
Trev, I’ll chop anything you want to say about Me on the chin, but leave Button’s out of this.
Its true, he is’nt the kind of dog I would have chosen for myself and I made that quiet clear in my piece — did you miss that part, or are you hard of reading.
Any way, it’s a measure of a man, I believe that he will extend his love and care to any creature in need when it’s chip’s are down. Shame on you for your violent thoughts and worlds.
May 25, 2008 at 10:41 am
Terrible thing to happen to your dog, Raymond. But it is a bit… well… poncey looking. No match for a big aggressive bastard of a dog.