Is it silly of me to read that In the voice of Dave Best from the Royle family?citykev28 said:Mad Eyed Screamer said:citykev28 said:I have to say I'm yet to meet an intelligent dog owner.
Just to back up your theory...
1-0 to kev.
citykev28 said:nijinsky's fetlocks said:citykev28 said:1-0 to kev.
Kev is a ****, endorsed by a thick plastic sherman.
Now now Mr Fetlocks, Let me explain myself.
I cannot fucking stand the hairy fuckers. Would I hurt one? No. I just don't like them. I can't really explain it but then I can't really explain why I'm petrified of pigeons.
I'm not saying that intelligent people don't own dogs. They certainly do. I know a number of intelligent people who own dogs. It's just that when these people and their dogs are together, I've yet to meet the dog owner that maintains this intelligence.
I don't want a dog running at me. I don't want a dog chasing my child's football in the park. I couldn't give a good fuck if he likes me. I don't want to walk across a sports field where the remnants of a shit or even the shit itself is present. I find it extremely arrogant for dog owners to boldly predict "He won't bite you". I don't think a dog understands what his owner is saying to him.
A while ago, we got talking to a chap at the park who had two dogs because we don't want our kids being terrified of them. He was a good bloke with kids around the same age as ours. He had a big Doberman type of thing and a snapping little twat of a dog. It used to growl at the kids but he assured us it was the canine version of little man syndrome. His missus was pregnant with their third child. We didn't see him for a good 6 months and when we did, he only had the big dog. The little one had bitten the newborn child. He didn't see it coming from a dog that I would never have had in the same house as my children.
Only this morning, a respectable looking pension aged woman was watching me set the goals up for my under 7's team. She said "good morning", I responded. She got to the other side of the pitch, her dog shit on the grass, she walked off. Had I confronted her, a 6 foot 1 skin headed bloke would have been seen as out of order.
I've yet to meet the dog owner who is 100% understanding that maybe, just maybe, other people don't share their fondness of dogs. I am not wumming, I am not a prick.
nimrod said:citykev28 said:nijinsky's fetlocks said:Kev is a ****, endorsed by a thick plastic sherman.
Now now Mr Fetlocks, Let me explain myself.
I cannot fucking stand the hairy fuckers. Would I hurt one? No. I just don't like them. I can't really explain it but then I can't really explain why I'm petrified of pigeons.
I'm not saying that intelligent people don't own dogs. They certainly do. I know a number of intelligent people who own dogs. It's just that when these people and their dogs are together, I've yet to meet the dog owner that maintains this intelligence.
I don't want a dog running at me. I don't want a dog chasing my child's football in the park. I couldn't give a good fuck if he likes me. I don't want to walk across a sports field where the remnants of a shit or even the shit itself is present. I find it extremely arrogant for dog owners to boldly predict "He won't bite you". I don't think a dog understands what his owner is saying to him.
A while ago, we got talking to a chap at the park who had two dogs because we don't want our kids being terrified of them. He was a good bloke with kids around the same age as ours. He had a big Doberman type of thing and a snapping little twat of a dog. It used to growl at the kids but he assured us it was the canine version of little man syndrome. His missus was pregnant with their third child. We didn't see him for a good 6 months and when we did, he only had the big dog. The little one had bitten the newborn child. He didn't see it coming from a dog that I would never have had in the same house as my children.
Only this morning, a respectable looking pension aged woman was watching me set the goals up for my under 7's team. She said "good morning", I responded. She got to the other side of the pitch, her dog shit on the grass, she walked off. Had I confronted her, a 6 foot 1 skin headed bloke would have been seen as out of order.
I've yet to meet the dog owner who is 100% understanding that maybe, just maybe, other people don't share their fondness of dogs. I am not wumming, I am not a prick.
typical twat who thins he can mind read a thick animal, lucky his kids not dead
good post Kev