For years people have been stopping me in the street begging for advice on how to be a better pet owner. In an effort to forestall this incessant whining, I've distilled countless pieces of advice into some fundamental principles
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the first dog i had was a jack russel terrier called babs. babs was a psychopath. and while her list of crimes and assorted misdemeanours was extensive, we ended having to consider 5) when marg, a close family friend, came up from bunbury to play a squash tournament one weekend. so marg arrives, has the token meet and greet session with the fam, and then bends down to pat babs hello. tactical error. babs leaps towards the outstretched hand, clamps down as though it were made from delicious chunks of dog food, and manages to sever the tendon between her thumb and forefinger. which does complicate the holding of a raquet, be it squash or otherwise, to a certain extent. needless to say the only thing shorter lived than marg's squash career was babs.
and then we shot marg too. just to keep things on the down low.
Aaah Luke, your poignant story is as good an example as any I can think of as to why people in Perth have no business being friends with people in Bunbury.
And poor Babs! What was Marge thinking, teasing her with a hand made from delicious dog food?
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and then we shot marg too. just to keep things on the down low.
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And poor Babs! What was Marge thinking, teasing her with a hand made from delicious dog food?
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