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This blog was originally started as a thread on the forum pages of an animal rescue site. Now it's here!

The articles you find in here are purely for entertainment (yours and mine) and (with one or two exceptions) are all tongue-in-cheek chronicles of the World (my bit, anyway) as I see it.
No disrespect is intended towards anyone unless I make a mistake and make it too obvious.

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Showing posts with label Lady. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lady. Show all posts

Thursday, 22 August 2013

The Lady's Schnauzer (re-post)



This post has been read many times.
For those who missed it before, and because I'm a little busy right now, here it is again.
 
The Schnauzer
            

My neighbour found out that her dog could hardly hear, so she took it to the veterinarian. 
The vet found that the problem was hair in the dog's ears. He cleaned both ears, and the dog could hear fine. The vet then proceeded to tell the lady that, if she wanted to keep this from recurring, she should go to the pharmacy and get some "Nair" hair remover and rub it in the dog's ears once a month. 

The lady went to the pharmacy and bought some "Nair" hair remover. 

At the register, the pharmacist told her "If you're going to use this under your arms, don't use deodorant for a few days." 

The lady said "I'm not using it under my arms." 

The pharmacist said "If you're using it on your legs, don't shave for a couple of days." 

The lady replied "I'm not using it on my legs either. If you must know, I'm using it on my schnauzer."  

The pharmacist said, "Then you'd better stay off your bicycle for about a week." 

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

The Mad Lady

When Sym (my dog) was young I started taking him to Hailey Park (Cardiff) for walks. 


A friend said to me "Watch out for the mad lady! She walks around Hailey Park".

So I was always wary of the "Mad Lady".

We started fostering for Four Paws shortly after that and I used to walk around Hailey Park with another FP fosterer. I asked her if she knew anything about the "Mad Lady" and she replied that she had never heard of any stories about a mad woman wandering around the park.


Then, one day, just after I'd said goodbye the her, I bumped into the friend who had originally warned me about the "Mad Lady". 

He rushed up to me looking somewhat panicked.

"What d'ya think you're doing? Why're you hanging out with the Mad Lady?" he screamed (in a sort of
loud whisper, actually).

Apparently, I'd been walking my dog in the company of the "Mad Lady" for weeks and never realised it!
People know me in the park as "The Cheese Man", at least to my face.

It does make me wonder what they say behind my back though.
It's all a matter of perception, I s'pose!