Soldato
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My next door neighbours had a "house dog". I suspect that they called it a house dog because they couldn't be arsed to take it for walks. Its not even as if it was some expensive, rare breed pedigree, it was a mongrel ffs! The dog stank. The house stank. They stank. I used to dread it when the postman mistakenly delivered their mail to my house. Just opening their letterbox caused a toxic cloud to wash over me, it was truly vomit inducing.
I strongly believe that the postman deliberately put their mail through my letterbox because he couldn't stand the pungent funk wafting from their manor.
When their "house dog" died last year I laughed, and now they hate me.
I was never really much of a doggy person but the whole experience has put me off mutts for life.
I strongly believe that the postman deliberately put their mail through my letterbox because he couldn't stand the pungent funk wafting from their manor.
When their "house dog" died last year I laughed, and now they hate me.
I was never really much of a doggy person but the whole experience has put me off mutts for life.
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