It's raining quite a storm here at the moment.
I may may have to walk the dog later, although judging by the gas attacks he is currently visiting upon me I might have to bite the bullet and go sooner.
i wasn't expecting to have to make these kinds of decisions this evening.
We call our elder dog Grunter Gass. Not as homage to the German author, but because of the same problem you have.Originally Posted by TheFlyingBanana
Well not you, your dog I mean.
Although he tells me he is currently writing a book. He's going to call it ' The Poo at House Corner.'
Our dog is resident on the rug in front of the log burner, he isn't called Colin and rarely has wind, but it has been windy outside.
Our cat, well I say ours she used to live with a family a few doors away but she likes us more so moved in, isn't called Colin either she's called Charlotte Bagamule or Maio, anyway she's not in front of our non existent fire but sat next to me watching the TV.
My first wife had a Siamese cat that suffered from epilepsy
The wife or the cat? and was either called Colin?
The cat
Shame the wife hadn't been so afflicted - might have kept her otherwise occupied instead of shagging all and sundry
She was called Coline though
Last edited by Velorum; 27th March 2016 at 01:04. Reason: spelling
Ours is a greyhound.
Depending on how the whimsy takes me, I have a number of names for him:
The Gashound
Der Windhund (that actually is their German name!)
Dr Strangehound
Sir Whiffalot
Twisted Direfarter
Lord Stench
Weapon of Ass Destruction
Longhead Skunkworks
The Gaseous Anomaly
Stinkhound
So clever my foot fell off.
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