Never Fear, NHS to the rescue!
Posted on 08/03/2006 11:46:51 PM PDT by 1FASTGLOCK45
"Barney the guard dog went berserk at a teddy bear exhibition in England and ripped the stuffing out of Elvis Presley's beloved bear Mabel, exhibitors said on Thursday."
Check out link for rest of story...
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060803/ts_nm/elvis_dc;_ylt=AuzpyL0jdYtCWkACMspBlt6s0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTA3ODdxdHBhBHNlYwM5NjQ-
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060803/ts_nm/elvis_dc;_ylt=AuzpyL0jdYtCWkACMspBlt6s0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTA3ODdxdHBhBHNlYwM5NjQ-
Yikes i can't get the link to hyperlinx!
Ok it's hyperlinx is working just click on the link for story :)
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060803/ts_nm/elvis_dc;_ylt=AuzpyL0jdYtCWkACMspBlt6s0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTA3ODdxdHBhBHNlYwM5NjQ-
Well, he ain't never caught a rabbit.
Posted a few days ago, but damn! I was just getting over the historical loss.
Man. I'm all shook up...
Elvis is going to be ticked.
What did they expect....he ain't nothing but a hound dog.
He can do anything, but lay OFF of my blue suede shoes!
Canine nature is what it is. Everyone knows that dogs are a natural predator of stuffed animals. Only an idiot would hire a dog to guard them.
Since this doggy doesn't talk, I'd watch the bank account of his handler. His statement sounded a little shaky along with his voice.
Now,now, Barney. Don't be cruel...
Total rubbish.
Never Fear, NHS to the rescue!
Back in 1987, my parents got my brother a golden retriever puppy. Since we already had an inbred insane cocker spaniel named Butler, we decided to name the golden Nanny. She was an awesome dog in every respect, and I loved her like crazy . . . except one night.
When I was born, someone gave me a stuffed Winnie the Pooh. He was about a foot tall, and my earliest memories all involve Winnie. I carried that bear everywhere, and slept with him every night. When I went through my scared-of-vampires phase in junior high, Winnie was the perfect size to drape over my neck while I was sleeping, and while he wouldn't actually stop a vampire, he'd give the beast something to get through on his way to my jugular. Winnie went to college with me, and came home with me on weekends.
One night, I woke up in the wee hours to discover I was Winnieless. I got up and padded down the hall into the living room, where I was horrified to encounter a floor FULL of stuffing, and a disemboweled Winnie in the sofa, with Nanny munching happily on his leg.
(As an aside, you would be amazed just how much stuffing a 12-inch bear can hold. The living room floor was COVERED.)
I emitted what can only be classified as a girly scream, and my mother showed up. To her credit, she saved her laughing until the sordid episode was over. She helped me gather the stuffing, and convinced me that Winnie had had a great run of almost 20 years and it was time to let him go.
I was so mad at Nanny, I didn't let her back on the bed all night. But we made up the next day and all was forgiven.
I have a seven month old Daneador puppy who's just performed deconstructive surgery on a supposedly indestructable dog toy that could be thrown into the swimming pool for retrieving practice. Now I have little pieces of fluss all over the living room to collect after his efforts. DOG PEOPLE ARE CRAZY!!
You know, I have heard that very same thing about Democrats.
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