highlander wrote:What happens if the dogs are in your car and your car gets hit?
id like to think my car will offer a better degree of protection than a plywood trailer, although i suppose the boot isnt a good place as its a crumple zone.
Physics still applies; if the poor chaps aren't strapped down, any sudden acceleration (i.e. some bugger hits you) or deceleration (i.e. you bugger, you've hit someone), then they'll continue moving at their original speed relative to the Earth.
You're right about the boot being a crumple zone though - and to think there are people putting extra seats in there and putting their smallest children in...
This is getting to be a depressing line of thought...
Anyway, I agree with Plod about the trailer - "HOW MUCH?????"
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my dogs favourite place in the car is the rear footwells, he doesnt mind sitting in the front footwell but hates sitting on the seats especially when the car starts moving, which is no bad thing because i dont want the dog on the seats, but if i do take the dog in the car, i put a blanket down and keep the back windows open a crack so theres no doggie smell.
FarmerPug wrote:my dogs favourite place in the car is the rear footwells, he doesnt mind sitting in the front footwell but hates sitting on the seats especially when the car starts moving, which is no bad thing because i dont want the dog on the seats, but if i do take the dog in the car, i put a blanket down and keep the back windows open a crack so theres no doggie smell.
My dog takes up the whole back seat,
they carnt sit because of the way they are built so they can only stand or lay flat on the seat most times they just prefare too have there head sticking out of the drivers side window which can be a bit of a pain if one as to slam on
they love to have the wind blow in there faces but if a human blows in there face they go mental -couid never work that one out lol,
dogs love pickups its just a fact, or my suzuki the dog quite enjoys the whole wind in the hair experience. Big dogs seem to have the sense to turn away their face when you blow at it but its as funny as hell blowing at them wee dogs they go mental and try to kill you, why do small cat dogs have so much attitude when the best way to stop them without hurting them is to grab them by the scruff of the neck, they give up instantly. There is somthing i cant stand about them dogs women have in their handbags, if you want a dog get a fecking dog not a cat with a dogs face. A hen makes a better pet than them things.
FarmerPug wrote:dogs love pickups its just a fact, or my suzuki the dog quite enjoys the whole wind in the hair experience. Big dogs seem to have the sense to turn away their face when you blow at it but its as funny as hell blowing at them wee dogs they go mental and try to kill you, why do small cat dogs have so much attitude when the best way to stop them without hurting them is to grab them by the scruff of the neck, they give up instantly. There is somthing i cant stand about them dogs women have in their handbags, if you want a dog get a fecking dog not a cat with a dogs face. A hen makes a better pet than them things.
ahhh you must be refering too the yorkshire Terrier, lol,
ihate them lill feckers there Ankle biters they can fly high when kicked from the right angle tho lol
what is the attraction of the wee feckers, unlike a proper dog they arent loyal whats the point in that then. Your better off with a hen, they are so loyal that they even contribute to your breakfast. and you can use the fact that they can be ate, but the fact of the matter with hens is they quickly become pets and you cant eat a pet.
FarmerPug wrote:what is the attraction of the wee feckers, unlike a proper dog they arent loyal whats the point in that then. Your better off with a hen, they are so loyal that they even contribute to your breakfast. and you can use the fact that they can be ate, but the fact of the matter with hens is they quickly become pets and you cant eat a pet.
yup very true ,
ithink they must just be for people who live in a flat /room you can throw them in the drawer or in the bin or fling it out thewindow or flush it down the bog they carnt do that with a greyhound or alsation or rotweiler etc so ithink thats why they get a little dog,
tbh mate ive not got a iffing clue the above is just a guess ,
ihad a chicken as pet once when the time came off came its head let it have its last fly round the yard
it ended up in the bin never had the heart to eat her
ive had a few hens over the years, at one time there was 11, and the rooster (he had plenty of choice when he wanted fun) but the biggest cause of death is the dog, got about 5 when i started out with hens, but has since stopped killing them in favour of chasing them. They also die of old age, and white bread isnt good for them. The roosters live the longest i found, mainly because all they do is sing in the morning.
at least they kept the dog exercised ,
iwas thinking of getting a couple of hens and a pair of peacocks but ithink My dogs wouid shred them ithink ..iwill have to see what there like on them
the way i eventually trained the dog to stop killing the hens was to make sure the dog could see me feeding them, one thing about having a dog with hens is theres no foxes.
as for the realationship between cats and hens:
FarmerPug wrote:the way i eventually trained the dog to stop killing the hens was to make sure the dog could see me feeding them, one thing about having a dog with hens is theres no foxes.
as for the realationship between cats and hens:
aww thems nice puss cats,
that hen is a bit cocky the way its looking at the cAt lol
the hen used to charge at the cats thats why, one day the cats were eating their food, and a hen is really natures bin on legs they will eat anything. It barged in between the cats and ate the cat food much quicker than the cats. And have a guess at what flavour the cat food was.