Posted by Joke at 2:42 PM
Poppy Buxom posted at 5:11 PM, September 22, 2007
Pal Liz and her family have a Bichon Frise.
When the dog got too fat, Liz put her on the South Bichon Diet.
For the sake of that pleasantry alone, I will occasionally accompany Liz and her dog on walks.
My float posted at 8:34 PM, September 22, 2007
So your BIL and Mrs BIL lost twice over! Hilarious.
Of course he wasn't an Australian husband. An Australian husband:
a. wouldn't have caved into the kids' demands
b. wouldn't have spent so much money on a darn dog (let alone "faucets", but that's another story)
c. would have bought a sheep dog and made it EARN ITS LIVING dammit...by retrieving coldies* from the fridge
* cold beer
Stomper Girl posted at 2:58 AM, September 23, 2007
What My Float said.
shula posted at 8:39 AM, September 23, 2007
What Stompergirl said.
Kim posted at 10:16 AM, September 23, 2007
No no no My float, Stomper and Shula, an Australian husband will say yes to the breeder when they ring saying they have a puppy while his wife in the background shouts no. Twice.
That said husband will then assure said wife she 'won't have to do a thing'.
Which she won't.
Except see the backyard decimated.
See and smell dog shit covering what seems to be every square inch of the backyard.
Except live with stinky dogs that need to be bathed at least once a fortnight but get bathed once every six months.
Except watch as dogs' coats get more and more matted.
Except watch as social life ceases as friends no longer come over due to all of the above and the fact they are untrained and jump.up.on.everyone.
Shall I go on?
Australian husband = idiot. Which is really where Joke was coming from.
As you all were.
Joke posted at 2:03 PM, September 23, 2007
Actually, I was making an allusion to the fact that an amazing number of Australian husbands are now more-or-less as capable of producing any/additional progeny as the poor dog.
Whether or not the average Australian husband has been brought to, er, heel for inappropriate episodes of "the hugging dance" on someone's lower extremities, I know not.
h&b posted at 8:57 AM, September 24, 2007
We will not be getting a dog. I do not like entertaining and having to apologise for a 'whoopsie' i missed, and make no mistake, this will be my job, as I *hate* shit on my lawn.
I *hate* it when this happens to me at someone else's house. Especially when you have a crawling baby, which I did at one stage, and seemed to meet up with a lot of people who couldn't seem to clean all the shit off their lawn.
No, i'm not over it.
And I hate 'walkies', when it's cold, when it's hot, when I look like crap, when I feel like crap, and make no mistake, again, this would end up being my job.
I like my cat. He turns up, he eats, he pisses off, he doesn't shit on the lawn and he doesn't hump me or stick his head in my crotch because 'he likes me'
I am not a dog person.
Stomper Girl posted at 7:39 PM, September 27, 2007
I wondered if this was an allusion to poor Fixit. It had to be done mate. At least I didn't pay thousands for him and then NOT let him breed. He had his go.
Also, what H&B said.
Joke posted at 7:22 PM, September 30, 2007
You are far smarter, as:
1- You got Fixit for free, and
2- Allowed him to cast his genes forward one generation.
I trust Fixit didn't greet strangers with "the hugging dance" which precipitated the procedure in question.