My dog Gilly...
...is a crossbred Collie/Spaniel. She's the most docile yet lunatic animal I've ever come across. Since leaving for uni, she sleeps on my bed at home, waiting for me to come back! Awwww. But it is Gilly's tale of survival I must tell...

We once owned a rabbit called 'Anfield' (Scouse roots you see), and because we are lovely people, we boarded up the bottom of our fence, and opened the hutch every morning so Anfield could run around in the daytime, lest he be stuck in a hutch all day. We had a fair sized garden, and it was always fun to watch the rabbit from the behind the patio doors.

Which is what Gilly liked to do. One day, we let her out for a waz in the afternoon, and she bounded up to the rabbit, bouncing around him, sticking her arse in the air, tail whirring like a helicopter blade, wanting him to play with her. Anfield just sat there and wiggled his nose. Realising she was getting nowhere, Gilly turned and began to trot away. At this point, Anfield leapt forward, and latched onto Gilly's tail via his mouth. The yelp could be heard from behind the patio doors, and Gilly started sprinting around the garden, dragging the rabbit around the washing line again and again. He eventually let go, and Gilly mournfully mooched back to the door, looking thoroughly embarassed. It was hilarious to watch.

I'm sure the rabbit looked pleased with himself.
(stiglfc And the big wheel keep on turnin', Thu 1 May 2008, 15:31, 2 replies)

Thank you
You're getting a click, just for not saying 'last'.
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Thu 1 May 2008, 15:32, closed)

@ BMS
Much appreciated sir, in this currently bonkers environment.
(stiglfc And the big wheel keep on turnin', Thu 1 May 2008, 23:03, closed)