myLot Discussions| Gissi outside the Shop | | On the way Home from Gissi's walk I had to go to the Shop to get some Milk, I put Gissi on the dog lead Handle, someone had put a Walker near by, but it was ok as it was not in Gissi's way
I am walking round the Shop to get a couple of bits, when I heard one of the Girl's shout 'Gabs, Gissi's Mum is wanted'[em]confused[/em]
I go to the front, there is an elderly Lady there, she asks me if the adorable little Dog out there is mine........ Oh no what has he done now[em]blink[/em], I tell her yes he is and I hope he caused no distress to her. She laughed and said ' No he hasn't but he has wrapped himself round my Walker with the Lead'
The Girl behind the Check out starts laughing and says 'We will miss him so much'
I go outside to untangle him, he sits there looking so pleased with himself and of course has the sweet Face on, the elderly Lady was smiling at him, she said that she had stroked him but she did not want to risk to untangle him, which I said is fine as he would have thought she was taking him, I apologised to her, she said not to worry, she thought it was funny because when she come out he wagged his Tail at her and looked quite... | |
| | My lost dog adventure... | | Today I walk arounf the corner of my place to a little shop that sells pet supplies checking out dog coats for the little dog I am looking after, a lady comes in with a little but very fat pug dog she found sitting in the middle of a busy road...the lady in the shop couldn't do much as she couldn't leave the shop so remembering a friend of mine a while ago who found a dog, he put a lead on the dog and let the dog lead him to his home so I offered to do that so the lady in the shop lent me a lead so off I go and the dog heads north, but the lead came off and he kept running up the hill so I followed in the rain i might add, he goes running into a house and straight around to the back, I rang the bell, no one home, I could see the owners had built a type of barricade from the rubbish bins so I put the dog there assuming it was his home and left a note and put it under the door...I went back to the little shop to see if she had heard anything...well it wasn't the dogs home but as the lady rang the pet shop to tell her the dogs owners came into the shop....a happy ending to this doggy story....so my question is what do you do if you find a dog, ignore it, take the dog in and try to... | |
| | Have you ever accidentally taken something home from your job? | | Something that you are supposed to leave there? I got home from work today, and I heard my walkie-talkie crackle. And when I took that out, a dog lead was also in the pocket. Luckily, I am going back tonight to let out the dogs, and I can put the walkie-talkie back on the charger, and the lead back on the holder.
How about you all? Have you accidentally found something from work in your pockets or bags when you got home? What did you do about it? | |
| | Two and a half and the terrible two's have hit, and I do not like it at all! | | OK I have four kids, 3 boys and a girl and when everyone says about the terrible two's I know what they mean as I have it three times so far. But I have never ever had a child who has been hit with the terrible two's as bad as my daughter, oh my gosh she has turned EVIL!!I have always been strict on them with manners and tantrums and have never spoilt them too much, I have always been able to take them out anywhere without fear of them showing me up. They just would not have dared show me up by making a scene.But now I have met my match, in the form of a pint sized two year old who seems intent on reducing me to a quivering wreck before she is three![b]She[/b] has tantrums in the[b]Street[/b] if she cannot get her own way she screams and sits down in the street and will not move and I have to physically drag her down the road. She swears now, OK she has been taught by her brothers who think it is funny to hear her say "F**K*R and D*CK. She will not hold my hand when we are crossing roads I have to grab her and hold her like a vice grip or she will just run in the road. She is frazzling me!Oh and she makes a great show out of showing me that Daddy is her favourite, on... | |
| | Found a stray dog this morning. | | Early this morning a dog wandered past the house dragging a huge log chain. It was only a medium-size dog, no reason for such a large chain! He looked very thin and dirty so I led him to my house and hooked him to my own dog's lead in the back yard. He had not tags and I don't remember seeing him before, but the roofer next door said he had seen him wandering around the last few days. I called the local police station and animal shelter and they had no reports of anyone looking for him. He is a very friendly dog but I have three already so keeping him is not an option. The animal shelter is going to pick him up later today and I feel bad about that, because it is not a no-kill shelter, but hopefully they will find his owner or a home for him. What bothers me is that he is wearing a choke collar and was dragging that heavy chain around, it must weigh 20 pounds. He didn't appear to be abused in any way, though. | |
| | I have written a short, short story. What do you think? | | I have been holding this story, waiting till I made the 500 mark so I could post it here. I hope you like it:
A Summer's Tale
A Short, Short story by Sheri Stuart
For several weeks one summer, a neighborhood boy would walk his enormous dog past my house every night. If ever there were such a mixed pair, I had never it before. He was a young boy, no older than 12 or so, not so very tall, but just beginning to grow some prominent musculature. He had shaggy blond hair, that glistened like spun gold in the waning twilight. The dog, a towering, dark chocolate colored muscular mastiff, stood as tall at the withers as his master. It was funny to see such a small boy with the huge beast. Most clear nights, they could be seen going happily down our street without incident. One summer evening, as my darling wife and I sat upon my porch, drinking iced tea and smoking cigarettes, the boy strolled by, as usual, with his dog. Suddenly, the mammoth dog spotted a cat! Yowling loudly, with a tail puffed to about four inches in diameter, the frightened cat darted down the street, (I swear, that cat looked like a cartoon cat!) with the big brute tearing after it. Terrified, the boy tried to... | |
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