Was round a friends many moons ago who was looking

after his parents Great Dane. First it wouldn't let them open the front door as these paws kept appearing the other side of the glass at my head height. They eventually slipped the catch and then jointly dragged this beast back in the hallway and shouted for me to come in a head straight into the living room and close the door.

Having succeeded they then appeared at the living room door whilst manfully trying to keep the animal out but failed and in came the Hound of the Baskervilles. It clawed, bit, and may have even shagged me as I was just trying to lay still and not encourage the animal. It was all over me like a rash "play fighting" and then settled down under my legs as I sat back on the sofa recovering from the beating and desperately trying not to move in case I started the bloody thing off again.

About 10 mins later there was the most disgusting smell I've ever experienced, and I've been responsible for some award winning crackers in my time. I thought I'd choke as I held my breath while you needed a knife and fork to cut through the cloud of stench that filled the room.

I turned to my mate and said "good god that was a good one" to which my mate replied "yes, sorry about that it's because he's nervous of you".

NERVOUS OF ME!

Posted By: Old Splat, Mar 11, 19:51:36