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Show posts MenuQuote from: All of a Sludden on July 15, 2012, 03:45:03 PMQuote from: Carmen Stateside on July 15, 2012, 03:43:20 PM
The Kingdom have some work to do second half. Listened to the end of the half and Kerry seemed to miss a lot in that time alone. Come on Westmeath!
Have you a link for the radio coverage?
Quote from: Aerlik on October 28, 2007, 03:06:07 AM
Ah Jayzus lads the bit about Renshaws and the follow up gags have left me with tears streaming down my face in fits of laughter. Very, very funny.
The one and only time I have been bitten by a dog was by a Border Collie belonging to the neighbours... I was 13 at the time and 'twas a cold November day in the hoors owner's pratie field and I had just managed to fill my box (one a day) for the grand sum of £1.50, only for the tight-arsed auld git to come along and deny me 25p as it wasn't full enough for the spuds to be falling off the top. On the way out of the field I made the mistake of going over to Ringo to say my farewells and assure him I'll never lift another spud for his owner when the hoor made a drive for me and nipped me on the knee. The deal was sealed.
Main Street one of our Jack Russells was just as you suggested a dog should be, ie. able to distinguish between friend and foe. He knew the sound of all the friendly cars and God help you if you tried to get into the house if he didn't recognise either your voice or your car. They have arguably the worst eyesight in any dog breed. (Mind you when your bred for the purpose of going down a dark hole after some smelly hoor call Rennard you don't need good eyesight.) For a few years we would graze a few dozen sheep over the winter and to get over the lack of a Lassie or Laddie my brother decided to train the Jack Russell. He would take the dog's favourite limegreen tennis ball with him, go to the gate, tease the dog for about a minute, get the attention of the sheep, then launch the ball with my hurl into the field towards the sheep. The dog would tear after the ball hell for leather into the middle of the field, and unbeknownst to him the sheep would see this wee white thing bobbing over the grass towards them and they'd get curious and race towards him. Well, Jayzus the dog nearly shat himself. Grabbed the ball and back to the gate like blue fcuk he raced with the sheep in hot pursuit. The brother would open the gate, the dog didn't stop and raced on towards the yard and the sheep followed. Problem solved. Worked everytime.
Whatever you do, stay well clear of those wee feckin Spitz dogs if you have wanes. Vicious b**tards and one of them turned on my wee lad when he was about two. Luckily for both the dog didn't bite but I drove my boot as hard as I could into the hoor's belly it never came near either of us again. Feckin cottonwool with fangs. Fecker.
When it comes to intelligence Border Collies are the pick of the bunch. I met a lad over here who had a Dingo-Collie cross. Not only a great looking animal but by far the smartest dog I have ever seen. I said two from two and it said nothing.