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[Gravdigr]

Originally Posted by infinite monkey

Awww, I'm sorry grav. I hope you find your buddy.

But isn't it sort of funny that I wondered why you had a bank robber kerchief on your face?

That's Best Friend, not me. Crash belongs to him, but, he's our doggie.

[Sundae]

Originally Posted by Gravdigr

Crash has been AWOL for two weeks now. Best Friend let him out at five one morning, haven't seen him since. Right about one year old.

Originally Posted by Gravdigr

That's Best Friend, not me. Crash belongs to him, but, he's our doggie.

Grav I am really sorry for you.
And I know things are different in the States and that Best Friend is like... well - your Best Friend.

But in this country Best Friend would be an arsehole.
You do not let dogs out to roam around unsupervised. Even apart from the antisocial aspect of shitting on pavements and howling after bitches on heat within well fenced yards, they are in danger themselves.

You loved Crash and it must hurt like buggery.
Many fingers crossed he remembers the house where he knew his place in the pack and comes home to you.

Dani those are cutesome. I can see the Beardie in him now.

[Gravdigr]

Originally Posted by Sundae

But in this country Best Friend would be an arsehole.
You do not let dogs out to roam around unsupervised. Even apart from the antisocial aspect of shitting on pavements and howling after bitches on heat within well fenced yards, they are in danger themselves.

Dogs shit. At five in the morning. You get up, get dressed, leash and walk the dog. Around here, at five in the morning, the dog (or cat, as the case may be) gets thrown out the door with a heartfelt cussing. He let the dog out to shit, not to roam the countryside at his whim and fancy. Which he apparently did. He'd never went gallivanting around before...

But the fact does remain...he's gone.

[Sundae]

Originally Posted by Gravdigr

Dogs shit. At five in the morning. You get up, get dressed, leash and walk the dog. Around here, at five in the morning, the dog (or cat, as the case may be) gets thrown out the door with a heartfelt cussing. He let the dog out to shit, not to roam the countryside at his whim and fancy. Which he apparently did. He'd never went gallivanting around before...

But the fact does remain...he's gone.

And that's my point.
I don't have a dog, I don't want a dog and if I had a dog (when my family had a dog) she was not let out unsupervised. Even with an enclosed garden. She was let out at 06.30-07.00 every morning, and if she shit, it was my job to pick it up. I walked her at 07.30 every day. And if she shit, I picked it up.

My cat poops in a litter tray. It's in my bedroom.
You can guess how often I am disturbed by the call of nature... but at least I can lay hand of heart and say I am a responsible owner.

But again, this is not directed at you.
I lost a cat and it broke my heart, so I really feel for you losing Crash.

[Gravdigr]

Originally Posted by Sundae

My cat poops in a litter tray. It's in my bedroom.

I don't even like my parents shitting in my house. The aminals have to go outside.

[Gravdigr]

Originally Posted by Sundae

...and that Best Friend is like... well - your Best Friend.

But in this country Best Friend would be an arsehole.

Ima tell him what you saaaaaiiiiiiiiidd...