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A mate of mine was at home with his brother, mucking about playing cricket in the front garden, one summer weekend, years ago. His brother was annoying him (a lot) by thwacking the ball as hard as possible and making him run all the way to the end of the street to collect it. My mate resolved to hit that damn ball as hard as humanly possible, as they switched sides.
His mother just so happened to be a dog breeder - chihuahuas, strange little dogs.
Rocky, the 'stud' chihuahua, with a puffed up little hairy chest, pointy ears, an annoying yap and an odd little trot of a walk, was watching this game with keen interest.
It was at the moment the brother bowled to my mate - as my mate threw all his strength into sending that ball into orbit - that Rocky lost all presence of mind, and decided to hurl himself through the air and sink his tiny teeth into that ball.
Little Rocky soared over no less than 3 garden fences, and landed in a pond with a distant 'splash'.
After Rocky came back from the vets, he still had that funny little trot, but never quite in a straight line, and he used to bump into things a lot, and his little bark was more of a funny squeaking noise.
True story. Had me in utter stitches that did.
Nearly died laughing when I went round to his house and saw the difference in Rocky - a little demented chihuahua that couldn't walk straight.
His mum didn't see the funny side.
I had to photograph this one with my phone rather than my lovely new camera
And why did I have to use my phone rather than my lovely new camera, you ask?
Because last night my camera was stolen by some vile,hateful,thievinglittlescrote!
The git had it out of my coat pocket in the pub. The pocket was zipped, the coat was hanging on the stool, and to add insult to injury, I was SITTING ON THE DAMN STOOL WHEN HE STOLE IT!
The landlady's got him on CCTV, clear as day, but I doubt the police will do much - although as the pub is opposite the police station and some of them occasionally drink in there, maybe it'll be close enough to home for them to take an interest
We shall see...
Last edited by NickFitz; 7 March 2008, 17:58.
Reason: Clarifying the bibulous tendencies of the Met
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