posted on Feb, 1 2006 @ 11:28 AM
vampwolf, a very noble quest for such an obviously non-canine breed.
I myself travelled to the Scottish Highlands where, having got lost, I came apon this deserted cottage on the edge of a Scotts Pine plantation.
Because it was so very, very dark, I had to turn on my head torch. I made it to the cottage and had to break in because it had started to rain and I
did not want to stay outside and get soaked. I was also desperate to eat something.
At some point, I must have fallen asleep, because I was woken by the sound of scratching at the back door. In that half asleep, half awake state, I
cross the kitchen floor and opened the door, whereapon a soaking, mangey, dog thingy launched itself through the open door.
Pushing past me, the dog thingy tore into the sitting room where it sat in front of the roaring fire, I had no recolection of starting, to
alternatively lick its arse and balls, and snarl at me.
I needed a drink, so returned to the kitchen where, opening a cupboard, I saw a bottle of vodka. There was also some food and a couple of tins of dog
food. Half an hour later, having eaten, I returned to the little sitting room and put down a bowl of food for the dog.
It just sat there, staring and snarling at me. Staring......and snarling. Finally, I could stand it no more, so I pushed the bowl of foot towards it
with my foot, whereapon, it jumped at me and, in a flurry of wet matted hair, it sank it's yellowing teeth into my right arm.
Don't worry though. I'm alright noooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww.