I Ihave to report that a couple of weeks back, before the woman in Tommy Hilfigger gear incident, dog caught some bod who was taking rather long if all he was doing was ******* in the forest in full view of moraine valley houses. I gave the geezer the benefit of the doubt, but as Warsawski pointed out on another thread, dog knows a willy wonker when he spots one.
I kid you not, he nipped him on the wonger - the dog did the biting, not the man. He was clearly a plonker, because he retreated up the hill still adminstering to his front end.
Three showers and carbolic soap in the muzzle later, I let the dog back into the living room. For a couple of nights I slept with the bedroom door locked just in case he had got a taste for it.
IC3 male was standing in a bush
Hang on - that must have been a very small bush - a bird in the hand and all that. I wasn't able to find any bushes on the Southbank back in the eighties. But I hear other bushes are back in vogue.