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BEAGLE WINS AGAIN
This article was the most-viewed by Age readers on Sorry Day.
UPDATE. SMH headline: “Never, never again”. These people are in complete denial.
UPDATE II. Billie the dog says: “Yoplait yoghurt gives me the powerful teeth I need to chew on my owner’s expensive stereo equipment!”
(Pic via Billie wrangler Craig H.)
UPDATE III. This may be the only thread in comments history featuring the line: “Look out, Zeke’s got happy tail.”
Uh oh, another chance to post a picture of my girls!!!
#2 Merlin,
Those 2 are 11 months old and absolutely the cutest monsters in the world. At least they are good bunny hunters…....
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 13 at 04:17 PM • permalinkIn the Terrier group, the announcer said that the Australian Terrier, a resident of Colorado, actually treed a bear in his back yard.
Yeah, but an Australian breed would have lost all fear of animals like bears. Except the dropping kind, of course.
Posted by Rob Crawford on 2008 02 13 at 04:26 PM • permalink#6 One of the 2 has a real set of pipes, but fortunately the other one doesn’t!!!
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 13 at 04:51 PM • permalinkFriends had a beagle. Dumbest thing on feet. It could (a) chase rabbits, (b) ..... uh, nothing anybody could think of.
Posted by Gary from Jersey on 2008 02 13 at 04:54 PM • permalink#6
Next door neighbours had a beagle when I lived in Melbourne.When the dog woke up they’d put it out on the front verandah (probably so they could sleep in). It would then commence it’s very loud, very annoying barking. From about, oh, before 6am on a weekend.
A few terse words thrown over the paling fence about the racket saw the dog kept quiet after the second morning’s rude awakening.
I don’t think they knew we had a lab/shepherd cross!
But is the beagle really sorry or just faking it?
Posted by eeniemeenie on 2008 02 13 at 06:16 PM • permalinkI’m fortunate here in that my parents own two Beagles, (my sister and her husband have two as well) so I can go visit and hang out with them whenever I want, but I get to go home and not have my house messed up or the neighbors annoyed by all the barking. There’s a picture of them (admittedly a rather old one, they are a little more than two years old now) over here.
They’re certainly friendly and affectionate little dogs, but they sure can be a handful sometimes…
Awwwwww, Vexorg - that little bandit is so cuuuuuuuuute. ;-p
Posted by Barbara Skolaut on 2008 02 13 at 07:15 PM • permalinkI had a beagle when I was in short pants. Nippy was his name, and that dog was the fastest dog in Royal Oak, Michigan.
We’d line up the neighbourhood dogs on the street and each owner would go about a hundred yards down and start calling their dogs. Nippy won every race, beat every breed.
He was always hie’n out the front door, so my Dad put and industrial door closer on it.
When he died that dog had a tail that looked like a lightning bolt—at least four “zigs” and five “zags” from tryin to get out that door.
Posted by MentalFloss on 2008 02 13 at 07:24 PM • permalinkAw, c’mon… who says beagles are dumb?
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2008 02 13 at 07:25 PM • permalink#20 richard,
Hey no fair, those are foxhounds….....
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 13 at 07:32 PM • permalinkMy Chief grew up with beagles - his folks had one when I met him named Barney. Grandpa Duffy kept several for hunting, but that was years before I met him.
I never understood keeping them housed outside - dogs we had lived in the house…which is one reason I won’t have any now. Visiting is one thing, but like Vexorg, I prefer my house quiet - at least till the granddaughter gets older!
Can’t understand why this news hasn’t got its own thread…
Posted by MentalFloss on 2008 02 13 at 07:34 PM • permalinkBeagles are like the Paco clan: not too bright, but friendly, good-hearted, playful, energetic and loyal.
I’ve known beagles that will run through an electric fence in order to chase a rabbit. My cousin Ronnie, who lives in a rural area, had a long string of beagles (all of ‘em named Bob) each one of which thought that the most comfortable place to take a nap was on the yellow line running down the middle of Route 2. Mrs. Paco came home from work one day and found a stray beagle in the yard; she walked it around the block to see if he belonged to anybody, and finding no takers, returned to the house. Danged if she didn’t find another one there just like it. Turned out that they were mother and son, and the guy who owned them had given the pup to his mother. They both escaped from their respective residences on the same day (separated by about three miles) and wound up in my front yard.
Our dog, Mabel, is a beagle mix, and a sweeter dog you never saw. She’s got the beagle look and coloring (she’s just a little more lithe than a purebred), and she bays like one. She’s right smarter than the average beagle, though, which I imagine comes from the non-beagle side.
Beagles. Indisputably my favorite dog.
It doesn’t get much better than to wake up to the news that a Beagle (a REAL dog, not some wimping, preening pseudo-dog) won Best in Show, AND a top rat-bastard, murdering terrorist was blown to bits. It’s the little things that count.
Sorry for those of you that had dumb Beagles, but the one I had growing up (Brandy) was very smart, hysterically funny, and very popular with our neighbors. When he had to spend some time in the hospital, the vet had to set limits on visiting time. They’d never had so many people want to come by and visit an animal.
I had the choice of buying the garbAge today for the usual Green Guide, but it was wrapped in the full color million-page supplement on Rudd the Magnificent’s golden words. So I avoided it and just got my coffee. Why encourage them.
Judging by the unusual stack (normally it’s their only sell-out edition - because of the GG) of unsold papers so did many others.
Posted by Mr Hackenbacker on 2008 02 13 at 08:20 PM • permalinkOK…y’all made me do this…Drag out the pic’s of two….of my doggies.
Beagle thread Beagle thread Beagle thread, oh and is this a Beagle thread???
#10 Pogria, how’d ya know they would show up?? ;-)#24 paco, I have one of each. One is pretty smart the other is about 4 paws short of walking….
#19 MentalFloss Beagles are pretty fast but THIS is the fastest dog I ever had….just took him a block to turn around….uh oh, DANE THREAD!!!!
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 13 at 09:12 PM • permalink#33 El Cid,
THOSE are some adorable Corgi’s
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 13 at 09:13 PM • permalink#34, Oh Tank!!!!
They are some brilliant pics!!
Although, you could have preserved your little tart’s modesty in pic number 3!! hehehehe
You know, it’s very tough to say who is cuter, the girls or the boys. ;)
The Dane is magnificent. I lived with a family years ago that bred Danes. It was full house all the time!!
Hey Tank,
seeing as how you showed me yours, I’ll show you mine! ;)
Number one dog, chewing on a fresh kill, and number one cat, plus the back half of Maggot.
Also, the threesome enjoying our last flood.
Unfortunately, the beautiful blonde with long hair is no longer with us.
You can see the front half of Maggot in the second pic.
Thanks Polly and Pogria,
Pogria, I sure miss that dane. The nicest dogs you ever want to meet but very intimidating due to their size. Mine had his ears trimmed so they stood to a beautiful point. It made them even more intimidating. If I went for a run with him through the rough part of town no one would even walk on the same side of the street as me!!!
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 13 at 09:46 PM • permalink#39,
What is he eating…..is that the elusive drop bear???
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 13 at 09:49 PM • permalinkFrom Tim’s link, something even better: Danish newspapers not sorry.
Good on ‘em. About time someone showed some spine with this ridiculous issue.
Me and 48, my first dog. He was from the RSPCA. He loved water. Lab/shep cross. Selective hearing. Eventually went to God aged 13 in 1999.
Katie. Red/Blue cattledog/Shep cross. Sweetest dog I had. Gentle. Gone to heaven 2001, aged 9 (advanced lymphoma).
Bundy, on the left, and Meg on the right. my current companions. Bundy is Katie’s brother and the original dog which was selected from that litter for us. Katie was a bonus. Bundy is my protector. Meg, on the right, is a crazy girl. She jumps all over the place. She hates water, ‘cept to drink. She loves to run after the tennis ball, and will put it back in my hand to throw again. Bundy is 14 in April and Meg is 7 in October.
I just saw, not sure if others have.
At Cap EdDanish newspapers have demonstrated solidarity with Kurt Westergaard and Jyllands-Posten today. After the arrests of conspirators determined to assassinate the editorial cartoonist, the other newspapers in Denmark today have reprinted the cartoon that aroused the ire of Muslims in the first place. They want to make the point that no one can intimidate them into silence:
but
American newspapers and media outlets do not appear interested in expressing the same solidarity.
Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 13 at 11:00 PM • permalinkJust heard:
The man known as the father of Australian country music, Smoky Dawson, has died in Sydney this morning at the age of 94.
Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 13 at 11:03 PM • permalinkPogria : She’s a sweetheart, but a bit naughty sometimes. A bit too smart sometimes. She knows what she isn’t supposed to do, and she also knows how to get away with it when I’m not looking ;)
I’ve never seen such a friendly dog before - she likes pretty much all mammals, even cats, possums, etc. They generally aren’t as happy as she is when she runs up to them to say hello, unfortunately!
Beyond “sorry”, the message includes a pledge to harness the efforts of all Australians, indigenous and non-indigenous, to “close the gap that lies between us in life expectancy, educational achievement, and economic opportunity”.
Of course, there are two ways to close the gap. Too bad Ms. Chandler isn’t focused on elevating everyone to the standard of living she feels so guilty about having. Sometimes, it all seems as though it is even less than a zero sum game to the Sorryists.
Posted by charles austin on 2008 02 13 at 11:15 PM • permalinkI know cats not sure about dogs:
An off-duty prison officer who plunged from the balcony of his 10th-floor apartment in Hong Kong escaped death when his fall was broken by a clothesline.
Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 13 at 11:17 PM • permalink#59 Nicholas,
my apologies to your dog. What a “beautiful” girl. There, that’s better.
Friendly dogs are the greatest. My big dog in the pic I linked earlier is like yours. She’s a very sociable dog, gets on well with everyone and everything. She also knows the difference between pet rabbits and wild ones. The wild ones are edible!
I hope your girl has never had her face shredded by a surprised cat or possum!!
#38
Ooh, Corgis. I love Corgis.
Love dogs, but a corgi bit me when I was young. Never warmed to them since.
Posted by flying pigs over mecca on 2008 02 13 at 11:24 PM • permalinkAndrew Bolt has published a speech read out today in Parliament by Dennis Jensen about why he didn’t go along with yesterdays farce.
Excellent stuff.
60 Pogria
Thank you. Duncan is an Alpha, that is until the beefier Griffin has had enough.
Dunc, is hyper.
Griff, is mellow (see above).
Gin, is shy (Except in the ring).
Tilly, is Ms. Personality (Except in the ring. She will do her high stepping just once, if a judge points and wants her to go around again, she sits on her butt, with the ‘we did this already’...‘been there, done that’...yet she still wins points, as Gin has, towards a major)...
Paco, Katie was my favourite for her gentle ways and soft coat. She’d rather a cuddle and a pat than a feed. (But they’re all my favourites!)
I think that she’s the reason that I love the look of the Australian Shepherds. (Which are an American breed!) Katie looked like the Mum (except for the long fur) and Bundy looked like the Dad, the Shepherd.
As long as we’re telling stories . . . my Viszla, Hannah, may she rest in peace, used to steal your beer if you left it where she could get it. She’d punch a hole in the can with one tooth to facilitate a good grip, and then she’d tip it up and take a few gulps. It was a sight to behold. I tried giving her a little beer in a bowl once, but she didn’t like it. I think she liked sneaking it while we weren’t looking.
Off topic big time..but ya gotta laugh.
Just walked past a florist outside my work just after lunch and as I expected it was doing a roaring trade ( being
Valuntymes, Vallentimes, Valentines day.)Chocka it was, and guess what ? Not a single bloke in there ! Stacks of sheilas though .
Not that it is at all relevant but most of them were more my shape than Megan Gale’s - for myself I prefer the term “solidly built” , but I am sure that was a complete coincidence. It looked like a day where Krispy Kremes and Italian designer shoe store got their heads together and decided on a symbiotic 50% off promotional day !65 We apologise for the inconvenience
That is indeed rare. If you recall, was it a Cardigan (the Corgi’s with tails) ‘they’ are a tad more aggressive.
The Pembroke’s (born with no tail) are The Queen’s Dog…She breeds them.
These four, are excellent (large ears, in relation to…well damn near everything…lol) warning dogs.
As I say and you’d have to know me…(well, maybe not) ‘they’ can hear someone fart, at 300 yards.
They bark…once whomever is outside, is inside, they push each other out of the way, to gain attention.
Although I don’t have a whole lot of recent photos of my parents’ beagles (as pictured above,) here’s one taken just a few months ago:
Imola and Minardi, chilling out in the garage (this was when my parents were remodeling their house and temporarily living in the garage.) Minardi is the one on the left, and Imola on the right. (and before anyone asks, yes there are Formula 1 fans in the house.)
My first great dane, a female,and mean as a snake to all except her friends, used to eat pecans by the quart. She’d crack the hulls and spit out the shells at an industrial rate.
My second dane , a male was the best natured dog I’ve ever had . As with most of the large breeds he only lived about 8 yrs. I still miss him.
They both loved to hunt. The male actually ran down two young deer on separate occasions.Speaking of dogs eating nuts.. I was initially not aware of this list, but as far as I am aware, the following are not good for dogs:
macadamias (thought to cause phosphorous poisoning IIRC)
onions (cause anemia), possibly also garlic
chocolate, coffee (tachycardia, heart problems)
avocados, especially skin and pipsIs there anything else? Pepper got into a packet of macadamias and got very weak, but recovered. Best not to leave them lying around…
Avocados are weird, some people say they give their dogs a nice shiny coat, others say they’re poisonous. It’s possibly best to avoid them, or if you must, just give them the flesh. I doubt there’s much to it but it’s best to be careful.
Since we’re sharing, Presenting the Dvorák of Dachshundts, the Wagner of Wiener-dogs…
(don’t call her “Bindi”, my daughter’ll go purple)
Posted by MentalFloss on 2008 02 14 at 12:20 AM • permalink#80: It was a very temporary arrangement (although it ended up taking longer than expected.) They got to spend plenty of time outside of the garage too, and got to take two trips a day to the local off-leash dog park during that period. Believe me, you don’t want a bored Beagle anywhere near your stuff, much less two of them…
#79 green
Our dane was a male and as nice as yours, as long as you didn’t go over my back when playing basketball. Mine never ran down a deer but sure was fast enough to do it!!
FYI for anyone else, the Great Dane was originally bred as a hunting dog, ‘cept they didn’t just track. They hunted down and killed wild boar, that’s the reason for the dropped ears (to keep the boar’s from tearing them up)
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 14 at 01:41 AM • permalinkOT that has nothing to do with dogs. It is so strange I had to share it. This is the opening partagraph from an AAP wire service story today:
Negative publicity surrounding mass shootings has turned Australian men off using guns to commit suicide, an expert says.
The expert is Professor Diego De Leo, director of the Australian Institute for Suicide Research and Prevention at Griffith University (where else?).
#86 Vexborg
Believe me, you don’t want a bored Beagle anywhere near your stuff, much less two of them…
You ain’t kidding!!!!! My two are liter mates and only about 11 months old. I am constantly amazed at what they can eat, to be honest, I haven’t found anything they can’t eat. And I don’t mean chew….if it fits in their mouth they will EAT it!!!
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 14 at 01:44 AM • permalink#89 he’s a dog, named Professor Diego De Leo. Found something to chew on.
Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 01:47 AM • permalinkThis being Valentine’s Day ‘n’all, thought I’d check in on our pals in the Australia Institute, to see if they’re still running their anti-Valentine campaign of previous years. You’ll never guess the subject of their latest press release:
Australians anxious about cluttered homesAnd be sure to note the name of their media contact: Josh Fear
Well, if we are swapping dog stories…..
I haven’t had a dog since I was a kid (moved too much), but we had bunches growing up. Those photos aren’t scanned in, but we had a couple terriers (of mixed parentage) named “Mite” (short for “Dynamite”), and “Midget” (guess); a cocker spaniel/rotweiler named “Tuti” (meh!); and a German Shepard/collie mix that we called…...Bimbo.
Mental Floss, “Bimbi” reminded me of Bimbo. He was named for an old song that we had a record of. The name was bestowed in innocence by us kids, but our parents had some explaining to do for a while whenever we went outside shouting “Bimbo! Bimbo! Where are you, Bimbo!”
Bimbo was easily the funnest but weirdest dog we had. He chased lights, shadows, rocks, rabbits, and us (he literally tore my pants during one game of tag). True to the canine species, he loved rolling in garbage and manure (the cattle pasture nearby was a favorite stop for him), and no cesspool could be passed without a quick dip (requiring an immediate hosing upon his return home). He loved the beach, often dragging chunks of wood longer than him out of the surf.
He was terrified of firecrackers (July 4th was hell for him), but that was about it. However, he learned to be cautious around electric cattle fences the first time he went under one….and his very prominent tail snagged the wire.
Oddly enough, he got along very well with our Siamese cat, who was a very fussy cat indeed.
Alas, Bimbo died of internal injuries sustained in some unknown incident. But he had a good life, and was missed by all.
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2008 02 14 at 02:10 AM • permalink#92 TAI ex-Evatt Institute, Doc Evatt had a cluttered mind, so TAI is also into cluttered.
Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 02:11 AM • permalinkThanks, Pogria…she’s my daughter’s dog, but about three weeks after I picked her up (as a newly weaned pup you could almost hold in your palm) from her flight down from a carefully chosen Queensland breeder—I broke my back.
Over a year and more of convalesence, we’ve bonded inextricably. Dogs have senses we cannot possibly emulate. She knows when it’s bad, really bad and not so bad I can’t throw a ball for her. Amazing.
Now, any one else in the family can plead, command or gesticulate all they like to try convince her to do (or stop doing) whatever.
For me, a raised eyebrow and a pointed finger—maybe a word or two for clarification—and she moves swiftly and surely to do whatever or go wherever she’s told.
My wife (and neighbours) tell of the most heart-rendingly mournful howls emanating from the front door (she is a hound, after all, with a voice that belies her size), where she maintains vigil, lying across my shoes, until I return home.
I’ve always had dogs—always. But this little bitch is very, very special to me.
Posted by MentalFloss on 2008 02 14 at 02:15 AM • permalinkWow, Jeff, you’ve just described all the dogs me and my brothers/sister had as we grew up.
Did yours have a fondness (and poor memory) for skunks?
Posted by MentalFloss on 2008 02 14 at 02:19 AM • permalinkWe have a little mutt we got flown down 1,500km from Karratha as a rescue adoption. Rocca has joined our nearly clinically dead (lazy) blue heeler cross mutt called Sasha.
Our Rocca has an unusual fetish for rat and mouse bait, hes managed through digging and persistence to eat at least 3 packets that we know of.
The first time was panic, esp when the first bright green turd decorated the lawn. But it hasn’t affected him in any way we can tell.
We fed him peppered steak another night and he was crook for a week, we thought the little bugger would die.Plenty of character and to smart for his own good.
Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2008 02 14 at 02:40 AM • permalinkMentalFloss, fortunately, there weren’t any skunks around where I grew up, else we would have had to de-louse dogs on a regular basis!
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2008 02 14 at 03:00 AM • permalink#95 Mental,
you’ve almost told my story. When I was seventeen I had a crashing fall from a horse I was working out on the race track. Actually, fall isn’t quite correct, my horse reared up very high, lost it’s balance and went over backwards. I ended up underneath the damn thing as it landed on it’s back. I was the filling in a turf and horse sandwich. The mare was fine, I was in hospital for a month with several broken vertebrae, pelvis broken in two places, etc.
I was only in hospital a month, but as you well know, it took a lot more time after to heal.
I was not nearly as hurt as you were, but I also had my little cross blue heeler to keep me company while I recovered. Fortunately, youth is a tremendous healer, and I was back riding within a few months. God, I still miss my little Mickey. My constant companion and protector when I was working on horse and cattle properties.I understand completely what you’ve been through and the bond that developed between you and little Bimbi.
I cannot conceive of a life without my Big Three. Dogs, Cats and my beloved Horses.
They are what kept me from being sucked into the same kind of life as most of my siblings and many of the people I went to school with. I grew up in a not very nice area. If it hadn’t been for the passion I had for horses in particular, I wouldn’t have the great life I have now.
Re dogs and nuts, our two staffies used to lie beneath my sister-in-law’s Qld (macadamia to infidels) nut tree cracking the buggers open then spitting out the shell and scoffing the kernel- I shit you not, one bite at the back of their gob and it’d split like Kevni’s face when he smiles. I’d hate to get chomped by one of the little bastards.
The current pair haven’t cottoned on to this wheeze yet but both rather enjoy a good vindaloos leavings, no ill effects from either odd ingestion.
I’ve never struck a dog that eats its own earwax either.
Anyone near Pardoo keep your dogs on a chain.
Tropical Cyclone Nicholas is coming.Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 04:38 AM • permalink#107 yes. I remember the old newspapers quoted AAP-Reuters, back when they reported news and did not invent the stories that is now called news.
Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 05:14 AM • permalinkAustralians a bit too comfortable online.
Well here at timblair we are comfortable online.Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 05:23 AM • permalink#111, age-abc not protecting Laborite?
What did he do to them?Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 05:24 AM • permalink#101 Pogria, yours is a tale of grit and determination. The result is here for all to see.
At two score and twelve my metaphorical horse is still head shy and yet to be bridled, but I’ll mosey down to the back paddock soon, I hope, set foot to stirrup, and clamber up (my flatwork will definitely not include a canter, rack or indeed any gait that involves my posterior alternately departing and becoming reacquainted with the saddle in rapid succession…)
I owe a lot to little Bimbi. There’s nothing like the exuberance of a pup to make you smile; while the sidelong glance—as if to confirm all is as it should be—of a more mature animal is as reassuring to the human as to the dog.
I’ve enjoyed this thread immensely.
Posted by MentalFloss on 2008 02 14 at 05:32 AM • permalink#101 - Hi Pogs - concur completely about animals - my kids have all had horses and will never complain about injuries, and there have been a few, but nothing on your scale. It has given them something far more valuable than the electronic or pharmacological fixes so many are reduced to.
#95 - M. Floss, dogs have some sort of healing power. It flows from their eyes. I’m so glad you have benefitted from that.#119 Two-Bob watches?
If you need explanation: Something worth two-bob was pretty cheap and thus we get the phrase ‘to go like a two bob watch’ which means to work or perform badly.
Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 06:06 AM • permalinkWhile today this article
Brits refuse to say sorry
was the most-viewed by Age readers on the day after Sorry Day.
Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 06:13 AM • permalinkGoogle has two kids skipping for their St Val day logo.
Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 06:17 AM • permalink#126
Maybe should not ask such a question.
Secret women’s business.Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 06:40 AM • permalink#112 re Stack’s link,
As Senior Minionette to the VRWC, I regret to inform you all that, starting immediately, there will be NO MORE Combined Chapter Meetings of The Blair Brethren.
It seems you have ALL become far too comfortable with each other. Paco, Wronwright, MarkL and I have finally discovered the cause of the inertia that has struck junior members of the VRWC.
As of 14th February 2008 there will be NO interchapter fraternising.
The cost of the new beans for the staffroom beanbags and coffee whitener for the coffee machine, will be deducted from your wages starting this week.
That is all.
#112 from the Stack supplied link:
It found 54 per cent of adult Australian internet users have made friends online and that 52 per cent enjoy those relationships more than their offline friendships.
I choose to play with my Blair friends.
I have to play nice with my work
frcolleagues.I choose when I play with my Blair friends, or contribute, or communicate with them.
I have to communicate with my work colleagues.
But come Saturday I’m going to win 19M smackers and I can tell them to bash the job….
or not.
#117 Mental,
“(my flatwork will definitely not include a canter, rack or indeed any gait that involves my posterior alternately departing and becoming reacquainted with the saddle in rapid succession…)”
Oh Mental, have you ridden Three-Gaited and Five-Gaited horses??
American Saddle horse and Standard-bred Racing, aka Trotting in Oz, are two horsy things I’ve yet to try. The tiny amount of footage I’ve seen of Five-Gaited horses was fabulous!!! It looks like an extremely hairy style of riding, but very elegant at the same time.
As far as your metaphorical horse goes, take it down to the yard, and make the bastard work until he faces up to you. Then you’ll know you’ve won.
I learnt a long time ago that life isn’t like the pony books I used to read. When I’d saved a horse from a barbed wire fence, it didn’t become my friend for life, I had to chase the damn thing into the corner of the paddock before I could catch it and treat it’s wounds.
I’ve pulled a LOT of horses out of barbed wire fences. ;)
#133
Again good luck with the 19M.
And keep it Secret women’s business.Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 07:00 AM • permalink[size=small](Damn this wire)[size]....HELP, I’m stuck!
Posted by MentalFloss on 2008 02 14 at 07:02 AM • permalinkI see that Maxine McKew thinks chicks should have more money, or work more or something. Glad we voted her in.
Posted by Margos Maid on 2008 02 14 at 07:04 AM • permalinkO/T?
Labor upset at less pay for MPs.
Maybe Ms TR could give her KRudd a little help with the unrest since she has so much spare cash.Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 07:05 AM • permalink#120 Hi Blogstrop,
the best thing for any child is to grow up with animals. Real animals such as dogs, cats or horses. An animal you can grab hold of and that won’t collapse if you squeeze it a bit.
What you said is so true. Kids that start young with horses NEVER complain about being hurt as much, or as often as what I call “deprived” kids.
The words “Horse Sense” are just an in-house way of describing common sense.
As far as my own injuries go, the one I recounted for Mental Floss was the worst. I’ve broken my collar bone (twice!), nose, feet, tail bone (twice!) and skull. Not to mention the bites, sprains, strains, cuts, grazes and bruises that I’m sure you’d be familiar with.
The most annoying thing has been never having broken a bone that required a plaster cast! All those breaks and nothing for people to sign! LOL!!!
Reading the ABC article and commenter’s reaction to speeches in parliament today. And found this precious:
Tim:
14 Feb 2008 2:34:33pm
I dont find it sad at all, I find it funny, revealing, and generating a deep level of satisfaction within me.
Its like some kind of festering dam has burst in Australia, good on you Kevin and team! Hopefully Australia and its people will continue to evolve for the better during your leadership.
Festering damn burst! Stain still spreading. Man hopes to walk on two feet soon.
#142 I’m onto it, kae…
Ladies and Gentlemen of Australia
Who would have thought that from my humble beginnings as a young journalist at the ABC, giving favours to unionists down at Sussex Street, that I would one day be standing upright before you all today.
I am greatly honoured as the new Member for Bennelong to represent my constituents and, in particular, to represent the major challenges facing women of Australia today.
Many of you may be familiar with the Chatswood shopping centre - the major commercial hub of my electorate that has both a Grace Brothers and a David Jones.
Both these stores now carry designer clothing and shoes - yet genuine clearances come but once or twice a year.
The point I’m getting at is that chicks need more money so that we don’t have to be too hassled about having to go to the sales when it is all crowded.
I think if we all gave chicks more money, we could all then buy lots more shoes - not only helping us, but boosting the livelihoods of struggling shoe farmers across our wide brown land.
So the government should give us more money.
Thank you.
Posted by Margos Maid on 2008 02 14 at 07:25 AM • permalink#145
Now we know how KRudd got in. Brain burst.Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 07:28 AM • permalink#146
You sound like a better MM then the other “maiden” MM.Posted by stackja1945 on 2008 02 14 at 07:31 AM • permalinkMy doggies!
Hes not gay, he just likes Barbie.
You arent holding food, so Im not going to look at you!
Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2008 02 14 at 07:35 AM • permalinkO/T but Robinson “the great debater” appears to be trying to extract some $orry cash from the poms as well.
Why not just fine every “white” person in the whole world?Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2008 02 14 at 08:01 AM • permalinkkae
*hands behind back, eyes downcast, kicks sand… looks up*
Um… it’s only 1/5 of 5/8ths of nuthin’ much, but would you be my Valentine?
Of all the hard-assed, obsidian tipped spear-packin’, ball-crushin’ minionettes here at Tim’s, you’re the one I have a.. um, I mean… er… *blush*… would most prefer to be captured by and… um… brought in for… er… questioning. Yes, that’s it, questioning.
Not quite a dog story. In fact, not quite a cat story either. This Lost cat found notice was placed on a pole by a caring Japanese student (who may have some trouble passing the citizenship test.)
#74 El Cid
That is indeed rare. If you recall, was it a Cardigan (the Corgi’s with tails) ‘they’ are a tad more aggressive.
It was very long ago, but I believe it was. I do remember clearly that it was yellow with a white chest.
Posted by flying pigs over mecca on 2008 02 14 at 08:31 AM • permalinkTHS’s dogs were thrilled by the beagle’s stunning win.
Back at the Manor the Beast had his back turned to the tv during the show whilst he was gnawing on some small child’s foreleg.
Posted by Mr. Bingley on 2008 02 14 at 08:34 AM • permalink#159 hey skeeter!!,
that looks like Tim’s possum.
He’s been wondering where the little bugger got to.
#157 Hmm. I’ll just throw caution to the winds and say
YES.
Guys, choose a Valentine this will help in matchmaking, I’m sure.
When you choose your type of woman, find out if she’s really for you here.
Skeets, lol.
I’m so excited about the new car. An adventure. Finding out all the stuff it has that’s not on the “features” list.
I might miss the automagic turning off of the headlights when the ignition is off and I open the car door. That’s good. Now I’ll have an audible alarm. I’m going to have a few surprises, too. The dealer phoned with a price, a good price with the extras I wanted, and then said “Oh, you wanted a sedan.” I said “You get me a good deal, I’ll take the hatch!”
I’m easy! (Don’t tell Splice, but.)
#161 Mr. Bingley,
One of THS’s dogs looked like a Cairn Terrier. I had one of those too. That was the sweetest little thing. She’s chasing squirrels in the sky now…...what a sweety!
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 14 at 09:30 AM • permalinkMr. Bingley,
This would be my brother’s beast going fishing…..
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 14 at 09:39 AM • permalinkNo Valentine’s wish is complete without a poem, so I borrowed this one from across the Tasman:
My love is alien,
I picked her up by chance
She speaks to me on an ultra-high frequency
Radio band of gold,
Gonna listen ‘till I grow oldWhat more can a poor boy do?
The crackle of the radio,
A message in the evening sky
You’re looking at an interplanetary Romeo.
I’ll never seen her face,
Between us there’s too much spaceWhat more can a poor boy do?
The radio band is gone
Gonna listen till I grow old
Ooh hoo hoo
What more can a poor boy do?
Keep losing you…*Split Enz
El Cid,
I have to inform you that only a few Pembroke corgis are born with naturally bobbed tails. In countries where it has become illegal to dock tails most Pembrokes have rather nice ones. Witness my Toby, born last June. He is pictured with our Tilly who, sadly, died last month of a massive splenic tumour. She was only 8 and is deeply missed.
Here is another picture of undocked Toby. It was taken about a month ago when he was sprung making himself comfortable on our lounge. I posted the link before but that got cleared away with some troll detritus.
And for those who are interested I have a photo of a green tree frog clinging to a wall. The quality is bad but it was dead night, I couldn’t see anything through the view finder and had to just aim, shoot and hope for the best. And here is a green tree frog I found sitting on the stoved-in bonnet of my husband’s car on Wednesday morning. The bonnet was stoved in because some miserable no-good jumped on it the night before while the car was parked at the local shopping mall. The no-good also kicked in the windscreen.
kae! Theres no truth to those scandalous roumours.
/hides apparently live action cd of Pa’Cos “no time for T-shirts naughty tenticles” anime collection.Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2008 02 14 at 10:04 AM • permalinkOoh, quite the “Playboy of the Month” pose by Toby there, Janice!
Posted by Mr. Bingley on 2008 02 14 at 10:07 AM • permalinkThough if you can put up with the crap, this is the better vocalist.
*sigh* drag your fingers anytime, anywhere, splicey…
and i’d definitely do Tum Funn.
#183
Wot rumours… c’mon, spill…Old Tanker, the ‘little’ one is a “scottie”, which is evidently gaelic for “animated footstool”.
your brother’s beast looks like he’s having a blast! My beast has an affinity for our neighbor’s swimming pool.
Posted by Mr. Bingley on 2008 02 14 at 10:18 AM • permalinkI would be curious what would happen in countries that have banned tail bobbing what would have happened to my Dane. He injured the tip of his tail, a cut was all, but due to the ferocious wagging of the bullwhip attached to his a$$ when I got home from work,it would never heal. You would swear I was performing some voodoo ritual by cutting heads off chickens and letting them run around by all the blood on the walls of my house. After 8 months of trying to save the tail we finally had it cropped.
It was a beautiful tail but I didn’t miss getting beaten in the ass and nether regions by a knotted rope either…
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 14 at 10:19 AM • permalink#187 paco,
That is a Lab/Rotweiler mix. But it sure seems like all Lab….
Mr. Bingley,
We had a Cairn terrier at one time, they look pretty similar. I believe Cairn is gaelic for “springs in legs” that little dog could jump like nothing I’ve seen. Turn your back and she was on the dinner table.
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 14 at 10:25 AM • permalinkMm-mm! How ‘bout some leftwing suggestions for eatin’-animals? Say, possum a la Goodyear? Or a mess ‘a hot, buttered grasshoppers?
And here’s some O/T good news: Cindy Sheehan has exported herself to Egypt, the better to cavort among frontline terrorists. Maybe she’ll get her own pyramid. Enjoy the amoebic dysentery, Cindy, and say “Hello” to Robert Fisk.
paco
Cindy Sheehan has gone to war. This time in Cairo, where she supports members of the Muslim Brotherhood who are accused of terrorism.
Terrorists, huh, kinda like the ones that killed her son?
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 14 at 10:40 AM • permalink196 greene
We used to warn the kids, “look out, Zeke’s got happy tail” Poor kids were just the right height to have the tail wrap around their head once or twice before the end would leave a knot on their noggin!
Posted by Old Tanker on 2008 02 14 at 11:56 AM • permalinkMy wife and mother-in-law (peaces be upon her) each owned a dachsund. When they both passed away (um, I’m referring to the
bitchesdachsunds), my older son asked to finally be able to get the dog he wanted. A bulldog.Might as well be a fucking lion, as big and strong as it is. “It’s time for my walk. No it isn’t. Yes IT IS. Aieeeeeee.”
Posted by wronwright on 2008 02 14 at 03:40 PM • permalinkRe #192, yet another demonstration of Blair’s Law, paco. With a little luck, maybe she’ll be marry a local camel.
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2008 02 14 at 05:19 PM • permalink#195 You are probably right, We apologise for the inconvenience, although it did come from an impeccable source; my daughter.
Is it a fake notice on the pole? or is it a fake photo of a notice on a pole?
More likely Nicholas’s suggestion at #200, I would think.
Has anybody tried ringing the mobile number to claim the “cat”?Unfortunately I’m not quite a Corgi owner.. I’m more of a Corgi uncle. I wanted to buy Pepper’s brother but I’m not allowed to have dogs in my apartment :( I asked them nicely to change the rule but they said no. My friends got permission though, and they bought her, so I try to dog-sit whenever I have a chance.
I want to take her to the park this weekend, I hope we have a dry day so I can. She gets so excited when I come to pick her up!
I love my beagle (Bailey). We are her 4th or 5th (and last) family. She was mistreated as a wee one and it breaks my heart to see the fear that sometimes crosses her face as one of us, who loves her, approaches.
She escaped outside into the coldest day of the year a few weeks ago, prompting me to declare her “The coldest idiot in the world.”
She’s the bigger kind of beagle. She’s a treasure. I’ll have to get a pic of her in her standard pose: sleeping alongside my son on his futon of a chilly morning.
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