Unclassifiable off topic - literally no idea what to call it.

If he was like our old village Bobby yes, in the pub over a pint and a game of darts. Lovely fella.:thumbsup:

Tony.
Great days long since committed to distant memories. When all the kids used to be scared of the bobby.
Copper who lived next to my aunt had two Alsatian helpers. Lovely chap and wonderful dogs until their command word was used. For some reason he'd never tell us kids what that word was.
 
What? In the late 1960's.....o_O

Definitely mate, they didn't abolish dog licenses here till long after that I'm sure. It was in 1988.

Tony.
 
This was back during a 70's school summer holiday.
I new exactly what time the local bobby would be doing his rounds and walking down the lane behind our fence.
Me and my little brother were camping out in our back garden.
I had collected a small pile of small stones next to our tent.

You would just see the bobby's helmet going by above our fence.
I lobbed one and got him right on it, then legged it.

My brother was in the tent when the bobby came into our garden, he got a right talking to......:ymdevil:
 
my dad would only let us have black and white dogs because the licence was cheaper...
If you had a portable black and white dog could you get away without a license?
 
Yep, we used our portable dog in our touring caravan. His name was Sam.

Tony.
 
Portable type of a large licensed dog?

Tony.
 
The flat-headed cat is distinguished at once by the extreme depression of the skull, which extends along the nose to the extremity of the muzzle, the sides of which are laterally distended.
 
The six toe cats living at Ernest Hemmingway's old house in Key West are descended from a cat Hemmingway owned when he lived there. Unless they all drowned in the Hurricane.

Tony.
 
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