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Crap!!! Crap EVERYWHERE!!!

Has anyone else notice the huge number of dog walkers now that the sun is shining?

It makes you wonder what these people do with their dogs during the rest of the year. They probably just let them run around their gardens.

Those gardens must be FULL OF SHIT though. The number of these fair weather walkers has increased, and with it the number of dog shit left all over the woods, lakes & nature trails has increased. Worse still are the wankers who bag the turd up… AND LEAVE IT THERE!!!

On top of all this, the current heat wave mixed with the amount of dog eggs left festering at the path sides or on playing fields, is kicking off quite a stink.

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I own animals. They take exercise and looking after. When we walk the dog we bag the poo & bin it (you can use any roadside bin, not just poop bins).

So these wanker’s gardens must be knee deep in shit from the evidence that they don’t clean up after their dogs. OR maybe they are sociopathic dicks who only clean up in their own homes, but fuck everyone else.

These fair weather walkers are ruining it for other dog walkers & general walkers. Our local lake & heath is being looked at in regards to banning dogs due to the cunty shit leaving low life sociopathic fuck witted walkers who think that THEIR dog crap is not THEIR responsibility.

If I catch you, I’ll rub your pathetic faces in it. Maybe that’ll teach you to pick it up.


Rusty Blue Steel

I don’t ask for much, because I know you’ll share my blog updates if you think they are worth it…

BUT… I would appreciate if you could click on this link & ‘like’ the photo of Rusty pup, the love of my 7 year old son.

It’d be wonderful to see his face if Rusty Pup succeeded in this!

She’s a lovely family pet, not bred for shows. She plays with Alex & loves people and children. German Shepherds have a bad name due to history and association with security services, but they are bright, friendly idiots who love a tummy rub & attention (who doesn’t?).

She’s not a precious pampered handbag pup, she’s a real world lady and I for one would love to see Alex’s face if she wins.

A vote for Rusty is a vote for real dogs!!!

Thank you all!

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Rusty New Year

We took Rusty for a New Year’s day walk out to Tweseldown today. A huge wooded area with all sorts of things for a pup to get excited about… Mud, sand, grass, trees, and plenty of water.

She’s just turned 21 weeks old and is already 22″ tall to the shoulder, and weighs in at 24kg.

I didn’t get a chance to take many photos before she took to the water… over and over again.

DAMN I’M GOOD LOOKING!

DITCH JUMP!!! HELLS YEAH!

YAY!!! WATER!!!

SAND!!! OMG!!! I BLOODY LOVE SAND!!!!

WHAT? You still have the ball? THROW IT, DAMN YOU!

CAN’T…BREATH… BUT MUST FIND STONE…

MORE SAND!!!! AND I SEE WATER!!!!

COME ON IN!!! IT’S FREEZING!!!

GOT IT!!!

THROW IT ALREADY!!!

WA… WAIT… JUST CATCHING MY BREATH…

LET’S PLAY MORE!!

OKAY… NOW STOP THROWING MY STICK AWAY ALL THE TIME…

I’M DONE…

More photos HERE (Lots more…)


Rusty Comes Home

Back in the 1960’s my dad (a scientist at RAE Farnborough) worked with an Alsatian in a project to use them to find black boxes at air crash sites. The old recorders were very susceptible to getting wiped by people searching crash sites with metal detectors, so alternate methods needed to be found.

Pathé News clip can be found HERE:  Black-Box-Retriever

My dad loved the dog that was trained at RAE Farnborough for this task.

The dog was called Rusty.

As many people will no doubt know, we love our animals, be they hens, crows, cats or horses, but we have wanted a dog for some time. So, in memory of my dad, and his Rusty work mate, we looked for a dog to fill our homes dog shaped hole. It had to be a GSD (German Shepherd Dog) with a good temperament and fine with children and other animals. Chris did a lot of research and found a breeder in Ireland called Alsace Royale German Shepherds, who had exactly the style of GSD we wanted, and raised from a pup with children and animals around it. Chris did her homework, asked around and decided that these were the ones for us.

These dogs were originally called German Shepherd dogs until the war, at which point having something ‘German’ became unsavoury. As such, they were renamed ‘Alsastian Wolf Hounds‘, and then shortened to ‘Alsatian‘. Much campaigning took place, and in 1977 the original breed name was given the okay to register under again. In 2010 the ‘Alsation‘ tag was officially dropped.

We also knew who we wanted as the parents of our pup, so were going to wait until next year when they would breed the pair again… but in the meantime I went behind Chris’s back and talked to the breeder. I wanted to see if I could get a head start and somehow get a puppy ahead of the time Chris and Alex thought we’d be getting one, and then it would be a great surprise for them both.

Alex has been using pocket money and treats to buy dog toys, ready for when we got a dog, even though he knew we weren’t getting one for a long time. Even when asked what he wanted Santa to get him for Christmas, he replied “Dog toys please“. When asked why he didn’t ask for a puppy, he said “That’s not going to happen for a long time, so I’m not even asking”.

I asked what could daddy get you to make daddy better than Santa (expecting “a puppy!!!”) and he said… “A hug…

Yeah, that knocked me back a bit too.

Well, that really made me want to surprise him. What a lovely, selfless answer. He didn’t want toys for himself, he wanted things for a dog that we wouldn’t be getting for a very long time, and the one thing he did want cost nothing.

Then Jackie from Alsace Royale called me just over a week ago. She had some news. One of the previous litters from the parents we wanted, had to be returned to the breeders because the new owners had some news after 8 weeks of ownership that meant they would not be able to keep a dog. A 15 week old female short hair GSD was available. Okay, she wasn’t a 10 week old GSD next summer… but what’s six weeks older, just to see the looks on Christine and Alex’s faces?

How could you not love me?

Here she is as a few weeks old, from the Alsace Royale web site (she’s the one who sniffs the camera):

After some careful planning, lots of calls with Jackie and a traffic jam encountered by Lenny, the Alsace Royale specialist dog courier, Alsace Royale Rusty showed up at our meeting place. I had intended to keep this all secret from Chris, and then turn up at Alex’s school that afternoon and wait at the gates as they left… but in the end, I took Chris with me, and some excellent friends picked Alex up after school – telling him that mum and dad had broken down in the car, and would be around later to pick him up.

Rusty meets Chris

Well, it goes without saying that Chris and Alex were really surprised and incredible happy. Rusty absolutely loves Alex, and her temperament is perfect. She gets on with our hens and cats, and is a really well behaved around strangers and other dogs.

Alex and Rusty – “Santa didn’t stand a chance daddy…”

She’s already become close friends with Ytsur, the mirror dog…

… and she’s discovered the lake, where she doesn’t care less about the swans and ducks…

So yup, she’s a happy new addition to the family.

Click link below for more pictures

Lots more photos HERE


Clean up in aisle 9

Okay, so there I am with shopping basket in hand just picking up a few essentials… and non-essentials too…

It was when I was going to pick up the non-essentials that the “thing” appeared…

I was walking down the chocolate aisle (oh how that name was so right…), when I saw a strange thing on the floor.

The thing was a poop. I had to double take to make sure my eyes were not lying. My eyes had no reason to lie – we’ve always got on well with each other – we even go out everywhere and do everything together… they had no reason to lie.

The poop had a wheel mark right through the centre of it where someone else’s eyes had totally let the owner down. Not like my eyes.

I called over a store assistant and pointed out the poop. The assistant did a double take – it was the chocolate aisle after all and it could have been an errant Mars bar…. but no… the store assistants eyes obviously had a good relationship with the store assistant and the same conclusion was made. It was a poop that had been run over by a trolley.

I walked away from the poop and left the assistant pondering what to do. I was left pondering how the poop had even got there. I can only come up with one conclusion…. It was human poop.

A guide dog is well trained, and therefore would not poop indoors. If it had to poop it would not poop in the middle of an aisle. Also, it was not dog poop looking – it looked human…. small human. I know small human poop as I have a small human.

My reckoning is that a small human – I’ll wager a child (I’m not about to bet a child on this – I mean I’ll bet it was a child).

Either a child who couldn’t keep it in and it just fell out of the bottom of their trouser leg, or the more amusing Houdini Poop.

The Houdini Poop is one that my small human managed once. Little Alex was only about 18 months old and sitting in his high chair as he ate. It was then I noticed a poop under the chair. Alex had managed to sit in such a way that the poop had managed to escape the nappy, scootch down the trouser leg and land directly under his chair…in perfect condition.

Reasonably happy with my conclusion I walked towards the checkout and past the chocolate aisle again….

I glanced up the chocolate aisle and saw five store assistance stood around the poop… all musing on how it had got there.

I figured they could reach there own conclusion – who am I to take away the excitement of an event that will probably be the talk of the staff room for years to come! (Who’d be that interested in poop! Not me!…. said the poop blog writer…)

As I walked back to my car I wondered if that same poop would have been cheaper in Asda….


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