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I had my first Golden over 30 year ago. His name was Luke. At that time we lived in the UK.
Luke used to spend a fair amount of time lounging by the driveway gates watching the world go by. He had his own fan club which consisted of local children and pensioners who used to stop and make a fuss of him.
One particular chap who lived in the neighbourhood was an elderly Irish gentleman called Sid. Sid liked a drink and I think 90% of the time he was more than slightly under the influence. He had a small bad tempered Yorkshire terrier called Fang.
Sid stopped by the driveway gates one day with Fang in tow and spotted Luke, who sat placidly ignoring Fangs growls. I should mention that Sid had a habit of repeating himself.
"Big 'andsome dog that..big and 'andsome. This one'd ave im though. He'd ave im for sure. Latch onto 'is throat an not let go. 'eed 'ave 'im for sure. Killer he is. Killer."
Thats how the conversation went on. I thought it best to humour Sid and just generally nodded in agreement.
Luke stood up and approached the gates and in a very nonchalant manner raised his leg and pee'd all over Fangs back. He turned and trotted back up the driveway and if I did not know better I would swear that I heard him laugh..!
A very disgruntled Sid came out with some colourful language and promptly left. He never stopped by the gates again.
Luke used to spend a fair amount of time lounging by the driveway gates watching the world go by. He had his own fan club which consisted of local children and pensioners who used to stop and make a fuss of him.
One particular chap who lived in the neighbourhood was an elderly Irish gentleman called Sid. Sid liked a drink and I think 90% of the time he was more than slightly under the influence. He had a small bad tempered Yorkshire terrier called Fang.
Sid stopped by the driveway gates one day with Fang in tow and spotted Luke, who sat placidly ignoring Fangs growls. I should mention that Sid had a habit of repeating himself.
"Big 'andsome dog that..big and 'andsome. This one'd ave im though. He'd ave im for sure. Latch onto 'is throat an not let go. 'eed 'ave 'im for sure. Killer he is. Killer."
Thats how the conversation went on. I thought it best to humour Sid and just generally nodded in agreement.
Luke stood up and approached the gates and in a very nonchalant manner raised his leg and pee'd all over Fangs back. He turned and trotted back up the driveway and if I did not know better I would swear that I heard him laugh..!
A very disgruntled Sid came out with some colourful language and promptly left. He never stopped by the gates again.