Not a good idea to leave pets or children in vehicles with the engine running.
“I told you I wanted Kibbles and Bits!”
Many stories of dogs locking doors and locking owners out since lock buttons are now laying flat and right where fido likes to stand while wanting for the boss.
Had to call AAA here when a pooch locked the F350 up on one friend.
My dad, a contractor, had a Ferguson tractor with a front-end loader bucket. He let me climb into the bucket once, and lifted the loader up into the air ten feet or so. It was thrilling until my younger brother, sitting on Dad’s lap, reached over and pulled the ‘dump’ handle.
A Jack Russell in an idling vehicle... that’s like letting an espresso-drinking orangutan reel in a trophy sized trout on 2 lb test.
If the poor guy had lived here in the US the dog would have killed him with his own Glock.
The dog ate my homework.
Yep, that’s the ticket.
5.56mm
What, no barking brake?
Bad doggie...
I went shopping for a present for my wife.
I brought along The Little Dog because he likes to listen to the oldies radio channel.
I pull into the parking lot and left the pickup engine running when I went inside the store because it’s been kind of cold here and I didn’t want the little guy to get uncomfortable.
I come back out and get into the pickup and I notice that there’s fifteen more miles on the odometer than when I went into the store.
I asked The Little Dog if he had gone for a joy ride.
He said he’d been out drag racing for pink slips.
I asked him if he’d done any good.
He said he lost the pickup in a race with a Greyhound who was driving a Yugo.
Everybody knows Greyhounds use nitrous, but Mr Big Daddy Little Dog had no idea what nitrous is.
Well, we hitch hiked home with The Little Dog telling me to buy one of those Hellcat Dodge Challengers so he could resume his racing career.
I told him to take up stamp collecting instead because I didn’t think he could beat a three legged cat in a race.
So they’re blaming it on the dog? Hmm.
Those Jack Russells are vicious.
How much you want to bet it was really the cat and the dog got blamed as usual?
Those Jack russells. They will turn on you.
My step-mother was from Canada. Her father was a farmer in Chatham Ontario and he lost a leg in a farming accident.
My own mother's grandfather was from Canada who moved to Michigan and worked for the rail road in northern Michigan during the logging industry. According to family records, he lost his leg when he was crushed between two railroad cars and actually had his leg amputated on their kitchen table. He died several years later due to continued complications...........Life was really tough back then.
My brother was left alone in my moms car when he was two. He pulled the lever into reverse. Hit the house, tore off the car door then ran over my tricycle.
In many cases the word ‘dog’ is shorthand for hyperactive moron. Go hunting with dogs, man, WATCH THOSE GUNS.