Readers, meet Tony (named by my wife, who knows nobody by that name). Tony weighs more than me (probably), once started eating my motorbike (got through half the exhaust cover before discovery), lets puppies crawl into his mouth, stops to smell flowers and watch passing butterflies, loves standing in torrential rain but will NOT have a bath. Used to sit on Khu-Kii (second biggest dog) like a chair.
Dogs are great. Cats are shit.
http://i1318.photobucket.com/albums/t642/burtkocain/DSC00293_zpskfvt2ysr.jpg
I was all ready to give you an upsie, until your final sentence. I hope Tony gets beat up by a cat.
(I knew some who had a stuffed tawny owl called Tony; that’s Tony pronounced in a northern accent, i.e. Tawny.
*someone*
That’s offputting – my name’s Tony. Not a great name for a person let alone a dog. Here’s my contribution Olive and Martini featured here with Mrs Wells with Melbourne sunset backdrop. Olive is the bigger one -a legit Jack Russell. Martini was sold one but clearly not. Ugly little bugger truth be told.
http://imgur.com/ZJzRL86
Great photo though but! Jack Russells – the crack cocaine of the dog world. I knew one that used to stand on its hind legs to bark at aeroplanes. And men in hats.
Martini has a “thing” about medium to large brown dogs. Always goes for them then wimps it completely when they retaliate.
Katie used to dance for any and everyone….
Colleague of mine has a JR called Dave, a regular at the office. Lovely chap, very friendly, although not so office-friendly when he farted. But every so often he would disappear after a rabbit on his lunchtime walk and come back to the office with blood round his mouth. Stone killer.
JR or Dave?
Delete. JR or colleague?
Touché!
If you watch the clip in my “dog identification” thread you will see a dog that is a dead ringer for ours. Mostly terrier, with quite a bit of don’t know in there. Leaves the room if I start playing dub. Prone to eating bees.
Owning a dog, especially a stupid one, is one of the great pleasures of life.
All dogs (and cats) are stupid. In completely individual ways. That’s one of the pleasures of pet ownership.
Dogs have absolutely no idea of “being in the way” nor of “getting out of the way”. Whenever I do a bit of DIY, there’s always one dog with its nose in the toolbox and another lying exactly where I have to do something.
An old housemate of mine likened living with me and another housemate to living with two Labradors.
‘Why?’
‘Because they’re two lazy hairy bastards who eat everything and get in the way of the telly.’
Fair enough. To the OP, yes dogs are aces. Though we haven’t got one.
When you say ‘…a bit of DIY…’ and ‘…nose in the toolbox’, could you just clarify…?
Dogs called Tony? They’re GRRRRREAT!
Geddit?
My dogs are called Maiha & Amber. I used to own Irish Wolfhounds called Rowan, Damia & Laria. My wife was a fan of Anne McCaffrey. Too late for photos zzzzzzzzz
“Maiha & Amber”? (*snork*)
But “Rowan” is ok HP ?
Oh yeah. Can’t imagine a cat being called Rowan. Maiha and Amber – they’re cats names. Or porn stars. Those poor dogs must be traumatised with shame.
eBay – genius cat. If I want her to go outside I just have to click my fingers and off she goes. I can go away on holiday and leave her to fend for herself. When I come back her mood is somewhere between grumpy and indifferent, much like my own. Like all cats she’s opportunistic, clean, apathetic, a big girl’s blouse of a coward, a torturer of lizards and a formidable enemy to mice and snakes.
Dogs are pop, cats are jazz.
http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u495/StingOno/547447_10200148229603300_89273397_n_zpsnvuq7fl5.jpg
Dogs are rock n’ roll. Cats are free-form Icelandic chamber “jazz”.
Oh, and incidentally – this picture can represent cats in general. They all look like this, more or less. Other cat-lovers please pretend this is yours and we can save valuable internet freehold in this thread. Thank you.
At the risk of alienating more than half the respondents to this thread, in the words of Ron Swanson “any dog under 50lbs is a cat, and cats are pointless”.
I love labs, me. I have a 75lb 12 year old hair ball. But I love most other sizes/types of dog too if truth be told. Except the yappy ones. And specially yorkies…has a really bad childhood experience with a friend’s Yorkshire Terrier who was simultaneously terrified of and aggressive to everyone and everything he met. Stupid bugger.
Yorkshire Terriers are an ideal substitute for a mislaid sponge when washing windows.Care must be taken when wringing dry obviously.
Come on, readers! Let’s have those doggie-snaps! There’s been some grumpy-trousers whinging about the blog not being fun (or something) any more – here’s your chance put a smile on the blog’s face! And if you simply can’t be bothered to join in, I think that refects rather badly on you, if you don’t mind my saying so! It’s up to us all to make blog a nicer and happier place – even Brexiteers!
Here’s Dtii-Dtii, the boss of the house and something of a superstar:
http://i1318.photobucket.com/albums/t642/burtkocain/DSC00267_zpsn6n1me8r.jpg
Dogs can do grace and refinement better than cats, too. Cats aren’t that different from each other, a cat is basically a cat (BORRR-ING!), but dogs are capable of manifesting the sacred quality of dogginess in limitless physical forms.
I don’t have a dog, but my stepson and his partner do, if that helps. Meet Dusty and Fluffy.
http://i1100.photobucket.com/albums/g401/mikethep/dogs_zpsbfgtqaux.jpg
Dusty and Fluffy. Two great dogs, two great names.
This is Charlie, our last dog, no longer with us. She’s gone to doggy heaven where the food bowl never runs out, she can chase cats all day and there are endless trees and lampposts to sniff to her heart’s content. Run free, old friend and… (that’s enough of that drivel. Ed.)
http://i.imgur.com/kN4jhv3.jpg
RPI CHARLIE WE ARE ALL CHARLIE 2DAY THEREL BE SNIFFING EACH OTHERS ARSES IN HAEVEN 2NITE JASE FROM HUMANE RESSAUCES
MOR LIKELY TO BE U DOIN THE SNIFFIN JASE HA HA FROM MANDA
I ONLY EVA DONE IT DOGGY “STYLE” WITH U COS UR AN UGLY BTCH MANAD HA HA LOL LUV U
without wishing to exacerbate the grieving but was death due to over exertion JC ?
Ju suis Charlie indeed. You kept us awake with your snoring and your farting. Hang on, that was the wife. I get confused at my age
We don’t have a dog, but here’s an artist’s impression of the dog Mrs Bungliemutt would like us to have. It even has a name (Walter) and a whole series of amusing character traits. Mrs Bungliemutt is being released back into the community shortly.
http://i.imgur.com/RccHJ88.jpg
See? Even an imaginary dog is tons better than a “real” cat.
No photos, I’m on me hols. Always knew I would have a dog when I retired (my only dog, Timmy natch, knocked down when I was five and Mum after Day 45 of my grieving said “no more dogs”) for walks along the seashore etc
Four years in and do I have a dog – no sirree, two Persian fluffies is what I have – wonderful, disdainful, don’t give a shit, where’s my food, just open that door so I can go stand the other side and ask to be let back in cats. Best cats in the world (after Mini’s of course) – who needs a dog (I do)
Our family had a series of bitzer black and tan terriers sparky 1, sparky 2 ,3 4 .None died of natural causes- all got skittled trying to bite car wheels, which is fine, except the cars were moving at a pace. The postman passed our house in fear and the milkman’s horse seemed to pick up speed as it approached.
They roamed far and wide. Up at the local shops, these kids approach Mr Wells Sr and said “we think your dog is the father of our pups”. “Don’t be silly”, he responded, “my dog would never do anything like that”, feigning offense. Was shown the pups – “dead ringers” he proudly told us later.
Meet Wallace, my beautiful, faithful Scottie departed three weeks ago and now chasing Alsatians in the sky.
http://i1290.photobucket.com/albums/b534/attackdog2/Wallace2_zps2chnak8c.jpg
For such a small animal he had the most aggressive temperament, hated any animal bigger than himself – mostly other dogs. I bear scars of the innumerable scraps I had to wade into. He really should have had a cameo in Trainspotting.
What a handsome chap. Looks a bit of a hipster, actually.
LOL you are dead right
Hipster dog
Decaf soy latte ?
No. Pedigree Bum.
I should elaborate that one of the ‘scraps’ involved a goat. (Not a goatee, a real, horned goat).
Ours has a temperament a bit like that, except she hates small dogs as well. Externalised self loathing, I reckon.
Nobby and Angus, dad is a standard poodle, mum a springer spaniel, that means they are spoodles.
http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg482/Spoodledude/EG1Q5386.jpg
And no, that isn’t a normal sized tennis ball, Nobby will spend all day chasing balls, possibly because he doesn’t have any of his own, Angus prefers chasing Mutjacs, squirrels and rabbits and is a proficient pheasant murderer.
Nobby: “I got a ball, me. A ball. I got it. This ball is mine.”
Angus: (a little patronisingly) “Yes, yes, very good. Well done the Nobster.”
That’s exactly right! Were you there?
Why aren’t they pooniels, as in Ballad of You and Me and…?
Hold this page: Wilma (who is my avatar also) is itching to get her pic up and has been rolling in fox poo especially for the honour. But you will have to wait till I get home tonight.
Lo and behold, forgot FB had a cache. He she is doing her Mother Theresa impersonation and then, later, when dry.
http://i1347.photobucket.com/albums/p703/11sLament/12360143_1033706003326602_6256578098957355953_n_zpsh7lug1dl.jpg
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She is technically a Jacks(c)hit(zu), parenthetic letters optional.
I see you have to charge her up of an evening.
Paisley. Best looking dog in Australia. Ugliest town in Scotland
http://i.imgur.com/PMXlWQ9.jpg
Bold claim, Gary. Ever been to Wallyford?
Don’t answer any knocks on your door. I heard Cumbernauld was asking after you.
You must be joking. What’s it called?
Paisley Gaz ?
WTF ?
The dog is mono white.
Nothing wrong with that JW
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Letty* pretending to sleep but ever alert lest she need to go to DEFCON 1 and drive off a foolhardy pigeon that dared to enter the garden.
http://i1058.photobucket.com/albums/t407/maggieloveshopey/IMG_5364_zpszanrzcyh.jpg
*She’s a rescue from Romania. According to her pet passport she was called Violeta. We figured it would confuse her if we changed her name so stuck with it, not realising that a) she is pretty confused most of the time anyway, and b) she pays no attention when you call her name unless you are opening food at the same time.
Lovely! One of my sisters has a dog rescued from Romania. Along with her partner and a couple of friends, she’s off there next month to help out the woman who rescues them, giving her a well-needed rest. My sister’s chap is a builder and will be doing some repair work to outbuildings, and they’re taking a load of flea and worm treatments plus other meds donated by a local vet.
Can someone explain this- how do you have dog rescues from Romania? Aren’t there heaps on your small isle?
Try getting a dog into Oz – just ask Mr Depp.
UK rescue agencies e.g. the RSPCA have quite strict rehoming rules these days, and although my sister walks the dogs each lunchtime and her two go to doggy day care twice a week, these rules wouldn’t have allowed them to adopt, due to her and her partner both working full time. I think the RSPCA insist that there’s someone at home for the most part of the day, which is understandable I suppose.
(I must add that they also get long walks early in the morning and in the evening, plus go to classes like agility some evenings too, so they’re certainly not neglected!)
Your dogs go to agility classes?
Not mine but, yes, they do. For fun, not competition, though: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_agility
Further to what mini said, most British rescues these days are full of Staffordshire terriers that have been abandoned after their fuckwit owners realised that there was work involved in keeping a dog and not just parading round looking hard. A lot of these dogs can be hard work to take on as they will have had next to no training and we decided that with small children in the house we’d best avoid one, lovely animals though they may be with a bit of love.
Why specifically Romania? There’s a big stray dog problem over there, and the Romanian authorities answer is to put them all in public shelters, which are basically free for alls of disease, dogs attacking and killing each other, and squalid conditions. If a dog can’t be rehomed there it will be put down. Often with a baseball bat.
Letty didn’t come from one of these shelters. She was rescued from an owner who kept her chained and starved outside in all weathers, after she had killed some of his chickens to eat. She found her way to a rescue in Bristol where she lucked into being adopted by us, gullible soft touches with the treats that we are.
Here’s Milo. A Red & White Irish Setter.
Can fling drool onto any surface in sight and a few that aren’t. Farts when commanded to sit, because he can. Has perfected the art of lying down barking. In stealth mode can swipe and eat 500g of raw mince or that caramel slice I was looking forward to in less than 10 seconds. Has also eaten a pin cushion (week long stay at vets followed), hearing aid batteries (ate the pack but spat back the actual batteries), 2 board papers I was working on, and numerous place mats. Now famous with my workmates after I bellowed at him to “stop being such a cock” whilst on a conference call, thinking I was on mute. But wasn’t.
Spent the first year of his life with his jaw clamped to my hand. Barks at men wearing hats, or anyone with a walking stick or on a mobility scooter. Refuses to play fetch unless offered treats. Will play tug of war until the end of time. Smells terrible most of the time and has breath that can peel paint.
Much loved.
http://imgur.com/UITmRIg
He also once ate his own homework
That is the very apotheosis of dogwood.
DOGHOOD
Dog’s a dude!
(Men in hats – just what ancestral urge makes dogs bark at them? Woolly hats, especially.)
Too brilliant. Love it.
I had a dog in Africa who, during her ‘teething’ phase, neatly snipped every tassel of every pair of yuppie loafers I possessed. When I lay on the couch, watching TV, she’d clamber up and perch on my shoulder like a parrot, all the while struggling to get almost inside my skin. Not a small dog either.
Where to start? So many dogs in my life, none of them mine.
Here’s the BestDog In Norfolk (Official) – she’s called Tilly, and I’ll be seeing her later:
She needs to have her tongue scraped.
Never a truer word spoken, @h-p-saucecraft, but you haven’t seen what she likes to eat.
I’m not volunteering…
http://i1363.photobucket.com/albums/r711/bowence/ToulouseAndDeuchar_zpsp7mh7s1g.jpg
Toulouse and Deuchar keeping company with us in the summer house.
If ever a dog said “I wear red trousers – what of it?” it’s Deuchar.
Best Dog In Waveney (Official) – Shadrach, who lives with my Dad and stepmother (also pictured: Squeaky Lamb):
Here’s Shadders (two parts Jack Russell, one part Yorkie, one part Shih Tzu) with his new companion, Oscar (Lhasa Apso):
Does Shadrach have the traditional Schitzu underbite? My Wilma, the jackshit, has one that can put Springsteen to shame
No, Retro, his majority Jack Russell heritage takes precedence.
They are outstanding in their field.
Bravo!
Ella, one of my Mum’s Border Collies – if I even look as though I’m contemplating an excursion (putting on a jumper, say) she insists on coming with me:
A Border Collie! This is more like it, these guys are the brainboxes of the dog world, which I know is kind of like being the AC/DC song with the best lyrics but even so, it’s something to boast about. Great photo!
Thank you, @hawkfall. Ella is a sweetheart, though too clever by half. She can tell by listening when the gate through from the dining room to the kitchen hasn’t been properly secured, and will let herself in for an extra snack.
Border Collies are the best dogs i
Thank you, @hawkfall. Ella is a sweetheart, though too clever by half. She can tell by listening when the gate through from the dining room to the kitchen hasn’t been properly secured, and will let herself in for an extra snack.
Border Collies are the best dogs in the world (OOAA), and Tilly and Shadrach are honorary BCs. Little Oscar isn’t bad either 🙂
Dusty (above) is a border collie pup, approx 3 months old.
For someone who doesn’t have a dog and has no intention of getting one (living in two countries is complicated enough as it is) I’m contributing rather a lot to this thread. What does this mean?
I think we both know what this means, @mikethep.
Oskar, my Mum’s stud dog. When he arrived, four or five Xmases ago, I wondered whether her taking on a new dog in her mid-70s was such a good idea. I sat on the sofa, Oskar curled up beside me and laid his head in my lap. I was a lost cause.
Gosh Nigel, you are a keen dogger.
Answer a): That’s a matter for another thread entirely. (And I’m not starting it.)
Answer b): That’s a bit rich coming from a woman who runs a cat house 😉
For the record, I love cats as well.
I’m waiting for someone to respond with the inevitable cat thread 🙂
Are you fishing for nominations, @minibreakfast?
Nope, I’m hoping someone else will start one.
Me and ‘my’ dog Password Redacted, a Cairn/Jack Russell cross. I think I was two when we got him. The finest canine escape artist – he’d find any gap, and was away.
http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t449/GCU_Grey_Area/Mum-blue-015-2_zps57d70450.jpg
Our next door neighbours dogs – a rescue Retriever and a 57 varieties collie-type – are delightful, and are always up for a bit of dogging. Errr, fuss. . .
Oscar, concentrating hard on a treat:
Just letting one off, more like …
He’s a Lhasa Apso – his tail’s always held like that.
This may, of course, be a ploy…
Maiha asks “who said I have a cat’s name?”
https://flic.kr/p/hHUWXF
UNSEE!!!!!!!!
Anyone else feeling peckish?
This is Bailey, she is the greatest dog ever. Unless you put a lead on her and she becomes the devil. She’s our Tiger Dog or Staffrador (both made up names)
http://i.imgur.com/5hyvSbw.jpg
What a cracking mutt. Love Staffies, love Labs, interesting mix!
I don’t own a dog – if, ahaha, anyone can be said to “own” a dog – but here’s the next best thing: a Youtube cartoon of some dogs!
Dogs or Cats? You decide.
That’s awesome. Cat Friend oughta have dropped like a dead bird on that one guy’s chest? LOL.
Our dog is called Hope. We adopted her October ’14, 3 months after Sharon’s Cavalier King Charles died. No idea what breed she is, but at 21lb, she looks like a shrunken Lab. Appropriately named, given her birthday of May 4th.
She’s now a calm dog who only eats my insulin pens and wallet, as opposed to everything is sight. I moved in with Sharon last summer, and the three of us make a happy unit, and Hope is integral to our life together. This is her, aged 7 months at Sharon’s parents
http://s1250.photobucket.com/user/sitheref2409sitheref2409/media/Hope%20Under%20the%20Tree_zpsmnthsfub.jpg.html
http://i1250.photobucket.com/albums/hh524/sitheref2409sitheref2409/Hope%20Under%20the%20Tree_zpsmnthsfub.jpg
Bit of Manchester Terrier in there, perhaps?
This is Otto. Or to give him his full due, Otto Hektor von de Wilde Töchtern. My dachshund, two years old yesterday. Has a German pet passport but still refuses to marry me.
That’s great! Slotbadger has a dachshund … which, I seem to recall, means ‘badger-dog’ in German. Hurrah!
What a fabulous photograph
Isn’t it, though but? The dog’s actually two inches high …
We’re a dog-sitting family.
But as we’ve known Nikki here all her life and have sometimes had her staying with us for a month at a time, she feels very much like an additional family member. She’s half Eurasian and half Staffordshire and has the most delightful temperament. Cool and collected, she almost never barks and she behaves perfectly except for when she sees a cat or a squirrel when she can suddenly want to run after it.
The only other occasion in which she loses her cool is when she sees a good looking member of the opposite sex. Then she will drool uncontrollably, lie on the ground and make little whimpering noises. I can’t really criticise her for this: I do exactly the same thing.
This is my Brother’s dog Wilson.
None too bright but loves to play tug-of-war or chase a ball.
This is Wilson’s best friend Lionel, a sweet-natured rescue dog, obsessed with sticks. Preferably proper branch-sized sticks he can barely carry. He has been known to jump up and tear down low tree branches if no sticks are readily available. Lionel’s previous owners tried to train him as a fighting dog but he had no aggression whatsoever so they kept him as a bait dog for training others to fight. He is very, very friendly towards all people and dogs but hates cats and squirrels. His owner Steve reckons he’s slightly brain-damaged from the frequent beatings he used to suffer.
2nd picture should have been this one.
This is Max. It’s his 11th birthday today, so – as you can see – he’s taking it easy.
May I introduce you to my big, sloppy, happy golden retriever, Chapa – which means “small badge of the type affixed to clothing by means of a safety pin on the reverse side” or “sheet of laminated metal plating” depending on the context. Don’t look at me. Ask the kids; they named her.
#lervmadawg
http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii189/visionspan/CHAPA_zpsuqez1pcm.jpg
That’ll make a great cover for your first indie landfill album. Just drop some wobbly “hand drawn” type in top left and you’re good to go.
Yes, it’s like Darkness of the Edge of Town meets Easter, innit – but sans Bruce or Patti and avec a sloppy-tongued golden retriever instead.
I know a fellow who let the kids choose the new dog’s name.
Pizza turns 14 this year.
I knew a woman who let her son choose the new dog’s name.
Razorback was the gentlest, sweetest-natured golden retriever you could imagine 🙂
(She became known as Razey.)
Who was it who let their toddler name the cat?
They’ve apparently got a cat called “Fire Engine”.
Local dog wrangler / trainer / sitter often to be seen walking a Lab called Monkey (I’m assuming the owners aren’t Korn fans and the spelling is Munkey – or James to his mum).
US work colleague recently found a stray with the name tag “Mac n Cheese”. No wonder it ran away.
A rather good O.Henry short story about dogs and their names, if you have the time or inclination…
http://www.ciudadseva.com/sevacity/stories/en/henry/memoirs_of_a_yellow_dog.htm
The last sentence would seem to indicate that he’d had a canine companion or two.
It’s always impossible judging between dogs, because each dog is the best dog in the world, but after a nailbiting judging session, the results of the First Annual Afterword Dog Show are as follows:
Biggest Dog In Show: Tony
Best Dancer Dog In Show: Katie
Special Cat Dog In Show Award: eBay
Most Glamorous Dog In Show: Dtii-Dtii
Most Imaginary Dog In Show: Walter
Most Handsome Dog In Show: Wallace
Poshest Dog In Show: Deuchar
Scariest Nightmare Dog In Show: Maiha
Coolest Dude Dog In Show: Otto
But the judge’s award for Best In Show was unanimous. For his sheer dogged dogginess, for eating a pin cushion and his homework, this year’s Best In Show goes to –
MILO!!!!! Take him for a victory lap, Fortuneight!
Cats care nothing for awards and other such baubles.
True, but… Yay! eBay won an award! Go girl go! I’m sure that inside she’s delighted. Deep, deep inside. Maybe.
Oi! @Fortuneight !
Well, what can I say??? I’d like to thank all the dogs and bitches without whom Milo would not have been here today. And the award committee for …. etc
He has celebrated his award by eating the rotten carcass of something he found in the bushes, and then honked all over the kitchen. And inside the van that the dogwalker uses (yes, I know, he shouldn’t let him drive). In the doghouse indeed.
This is a fix unless you immediately install my Bailey as “Prettiest Dog”, those eyes………….
Prettiest Dog In Show: Bailey
If you could see the look she’s giving you now……………..
It is, I gather, pretty much de rigueur to moan at the judging in a dog show, so let’s call for an immediate re-run.
It’s still a fix.
I have five supporting votes at least 🙂
We should have a protest march
Topical? Moi?
May I, on behalf of both Wallace and myself thank the esteemed judging panel of Messrs. Saucecraft, Kocain, and, err,….Wallace enjoyed a narrow and unvaried show career succeeding in a memorable ‘waggiest tail’ competition and winning emphatically ‘most aggressive little bastard in the park’ status. He would be proud of this new title as he breezes through the clouds, free as ………….(that’s enough of that Pedigree Bum, thank you. Ed).
WooHoo – Poshest Dog In Show!
Thank you judges – not bad for a cross breed.
(Re red trousers – he doesn’t but he might know somebody that does.)
Can I just say I have entered a dog at Crufts?
Your sexual proclivities are of no interest to us here, Beany.
Is that why you’re banned for life from the NEC?
Yeah but life’s a bitch. I did get to say good morning to Peter Purves.
My beautiful girl Mina:
My beautiful girl Mina (take 2):
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/3472235/mina.jpg
Nice photo. I nominate her for Most Monochrome Dog In Show.
Ta, apparently mutts see in mono. I wonder if they prefer first press Beatles in Mono also? Anyway, how do I get the photo to appear ‘in line’ as it were?
It needs to be hosted by something like Photobucket, with the ‘direct’ link copied and pasted. Even then, there’s no guarantee of success 🙂
The Photobucket direct route has stopped working for me, hence the imgur* hosted photos above.
*In what universe is that supposed to read as “imager”? Kill me now.
L-R ‘Bark’ (7) ‘Flame’ (5) & ‘Oberon’ (9)
http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r793/bricameron/13268314_10206701977607443_6396964607700280448_o_zpsb5hwyqeu.jpg
And it’s a big hand for Naughtyboy Bri on his re-entry!
That’s the easy part,H.P. Thanks for the open letter btw.