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I have a customer who comes in the shop about two or three times a week and brings his dog buddy with him. Well today he and buddy came to pick up some decals. Buddy was looking out my shop window into the wooded area behind the shop. There was a strange yelp from buddy then he turned around and headed out the door, a few mints later buddy comes running back in the shop as proud as he can be with a real live chicken in his mouth. (A very large rooster). Well one proud buddy "the dog" a very embarrassed customer, a lot of feather flying. I'm killing myself laughing as we try to get buddy to drop the Rooster, feathers flying everywhere. The end result was that buddy put the rooster down, the rooster then headed back out the door as fast as its legs could go. No real damage to the rooster except its pride. Just another normal day at the shop.
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Great Matty, Just when I get rid of that Rooster cartoon repeating in my mind, “I sa, I say boy, I SAY BOY, ...that’s not the way ya do it, ...” you have to go and write a rooster post. It couldn’t be just a regular rooster post either, it had to be a very LARGE rooster post. Sheesh! ...
-------------------- Dave Parr Sign Painter USA Posts: 709 | From: USA | Registered: May 2003
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I once had to deliver a rush job to a client for her use early the next morning. Her place was on the way home for me so I agreed to find time to do the job late that evening & then drop it off in the carport.
My wife was helping me that day & we went in her truck with our dogs in the back in the camper shell. It was late & the client was asleep, but I dropped off the sign & was just getting back in the truck when "Bear" the male golden retriever saw something through the screened window of the camper shell.
He jumped right through the screen & before I knew it was giving one good fatal shake to what appeared to be the clients furry black cat. I was devestated at the situation I was suddenly in, but on impulse decided to hide the body... I mean to carefully place their pet in the tall grass by the road so I could tell the woman myself so her young children wouldn't have to find in the morning, if I had left it where it lay. So I grabbed a towel & picked up their pet & placed it out of site.
The next day the difficult phone call began...
"Do you have a black cat"
"Oh you mean Fluffy ?"
"well, er.. yeah I guess.. um, well you see, um... ___________________________ ___________________________ and well, thats what happened"
"Oh, well Fluffy is right here!"
"hmmm... well, thats good, I guess... no other black cats? Maybe a neighbor?... NO? OK, well, um... OK sorry to bother you"
The call came in later that evening...
"could it have been our black rabbit?"
seems I never did get any more work from her
[ September 19, 2003, 11:55 PM: Message edited by: Doug Allan ]
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Back when I did a little farming, we had 40+ laying hens in a coop with a large fenced run for them. A neighbor, who "free ranged" his hens had a German Sheppard that loved chickens (Loved to chew on them) He gave the dog to us, she turned out to be the best dog we've ever had. She never bothered our chickens...... until a couple years later. My wife called me at work to tell me Daisy got into the hen house and all but 4-5 hens were dead. Buy the time I got home a miracle had occurred, all but 2 of the hens got up and slowly came back to normal. Seems they were either playin 'possum or in shock. For Daisy, if they weren't moving around they weren't any fun! I impressed my disappointment with Daisy using one of the dead chickens, and she never bothered them again. Daisy out-lived the hens by at least a decade, still miss her, but not the birds. BTW, around here dogs messin with livestock of any kind will get them shot.
-------------------- Bill Dirkes Cornhole Art LLC Bellevue, Ky. Goodnight Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are. Posts: 591 | From: Bellevue,Ky. US | Registered: Aug 1999
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About forty years ago, I was working as a maintenance man on a large apartment complex. Had to replace a garbage disposal. Lady had a very old miniature poodle named FIFI. Very friendly playful little dog. Lady not home at time of "incident". I am under sink and halfway into the under counter cabinet trying to remove disposal. FIFI keeps grabbing my pant leg and tries to pull me out from under sink. Shaking and playfully growling. Very distracting. So I decide to give her a tap on the nose with the end of the screwdriver. Reach over my shoulder and tap her on the nose. Tap, not whack. FIFI immediately "drops dead"!!! Yup, dead. Shock, heart attack, secret death nerve in nose? I don't know. But FIFI is gone. Puddle of urine and a dead pet. I am in big trouble. Now being a problem solving maintenance man, I proceed to "fix" things. Pick poor FIFI up, place her in her little bed, all curled up and looking like she's asleep. Paper towels to the puddle. Finish the disposal change, and boogie out of there as quick as I can. Return the next day to get the job ticket signed. Innocently ask the lady where FIFI is. She sadly explains to me that poor old FIFI died in her sleep. Says that's the way she would like to go too. Had to nearly bite my lip off to keep from saying. "Look M'aam, I'll get under the sink and you bite my pants leg, and we'll give it a try."
-------------------- William "Irish" Holohan Resting...Read "Between Jobs." Marlboro, MA 01752 email: firemap1@aol.com Posts: 1110 | From: Marlboro, MA | Registered: Dec 2001
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Since I was 7 yrs old, we had two dogs, one of them was named "Baron Von Schultzenheimer ", Schultz for short. And a real character he was, even allowed to sit at the table in a chair with a napkin on special holidays or to eat popsicles. He even got a beer when my brother came home safely from Vietnam!
As a newborn, my dad brought him home in his coat pocket, (he was so small, 4 weeks old) before he was weaned, since he was orphaned due to his mother getting hit by a car. His ears felt like velvet, and he was a real treat, as it was the first dog I can remember. When my parents gave him a bowl of milk, I remember all he could figure out to do with it was to sit in it. We had to help him figure it out. Later, he was the best barking guard dog you can imagine, but would never hurt a flea.
A few years later, as my brother, sisters, I and my parents were all seated for dinner, Schultzie came running through the dining room door when called to dinner. (he always took the royal place on the floor next to my dad). It was customary to wait politely for scraps after dinner and devotion. But, on this particular night he came running through the dining room door, screeching to a halt in the opposite direction,into a pointing stance. In case you've never seen a pointer point, you've missed something!
We'd never seen that before in him and when trying to figure out what he was pointing at, until we realized it was the clothespins! Somehow it must have been the shape of the pin that looked like a bird or something! Never forget it, since he pointed so rarely. But, a clothespin?! My father instructed us not to laugh but show him well deserved respect, which we all praised him; guess he was used to see them on the clothesline along with the birds, thinking they were the same! You wonder what goes on in the mind of the great hunter!
Another time, when I was about 12 yrs. old I was the first awake on a Saturday morning, as usual.
Schultz was always put on his very long chain at night. He could go into two rooms almost all the way, including the kitchen. He also had the life of Riley. He had great army jackets to sleep on every night, since one of my dad's three businesses was owning the army/navy store in town. And another treat we also gave Schultz was big bones to chew on,( as my parents always bought a half of beef each year). As I came down the steps, I heard him chewing his boney since it made a lot of noise on our tile floors. So, as usual, I congratulated him on his "fine boney" , his prized reward-must have been a really good mutt and/or my parents broke out the best tbones the night before! Well, Schultz was so engrossed in that wonderful bone, he didn't even jump up to see me; I knew it was special and had to see what my guy loved so much more than me in the morning!
So, then with this beautiful, gorgeous cartoon smile, I discovered it was my dad's dentures he found in a place my dad laid them down the night before! And he had them almost perfectly in his mouth except for a little cockeyed.
Apparently my dad had been cooking the night before, which he always did "after" we cleaned the kitchen, he had a couple beers after working outside or his office, then he got the munchies. Well, he decided to take them out and lay them on the kitchen counter for some odd reason, within the dog's reach.
My dad didn't think it was funny, ha, but I know my dog did! I will never forget.(Also, the whole family jumping out of bed and running downstairs!) Silly dog!
And best of all, my mom wouldn't let my dad be angry with the dog, as my dad had to eat crow for leaving something like that in the kitchen! My mom settled that! To me, the humor is worth all the money in the world.!
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-------------------- Deb Fowler
"It's kind of fun to do the impossible - Walt Disney (1901-1966) Posts: 5373 | From: Loves Park, Illinois | Registered: Aug 1999
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