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     Gary Fry (Gary_fry) Username: Gary_fry Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 82.20.31.211 |
My dad was doing one of his mortgage calls the other evening. When he got to the house he found that it was raining. He advanced up the driveway quickly and found the owner's dog waiting on the step, sheltering in the entrance. He knocked on the door and waited. Then a guy answered, the dog ran inside and my dad was invited in. After sitting on the couch in the lounge my dad got down to business. The guy and his wife were sat across from him in chairs. Meanwhile the dog, still a little damp from the rain, snuggled up next to my dad on the couch. Once the papers were signed, the guy got up and offered my dad a cup of tea. My dad said he'd like a coffee, milk and no sugar. The guy nodded and then asked, "And does your dog want anything?" My dad said, "My dog? It's not my dog." He looked to one side and saw the dog looking up at him with doleful eyes, its fur still damp. Then he added to the guy, "I thought it was your dog." "No," the guy replied. "We don't have a dog. I assumed you'd just brought your dog with you on this call." The poor thing had presumably been seeking a little shelter. | ||
| Simon Strantzas (Nomis) Username: Nomis Registered: 09-2008 Posted From: 99.225.104.255 |
Did that really happen to your Dad, Gary? It's strangely the same as an urban legend that been going around for years. | ||
| Gary Fry (Gary_fry) Username: Gary_fry Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 82.20.31.211 |
Well, that's what he told me. Maybe he's done a snidey . . . | ||
| Gary Fry (Gary_fry) Username: Gary_fry Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 82.20.31.211 |
Perhaps storytelling runs in the family. Hey, I don't plagiarise, tho.  | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.0.93 |
The other guy needed to say that no, they're dog died many years ago, hit by a truck on the roadway trying to make it home. Then they all needed to look over, and see that the dog had disappeared. That, or they all needed to sing a round of "Me Ti Doughty Walker", "Lynchy Kinchy Colly Molly Dingo Dingo", the dog falls over dead, and a bloody head rolls out of the fireplace - THOSE are stories.... | ||
| Steven_pirie (Steven_pirie) Username: Steven_pirie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 86.152.252.168 |
I'd think it more likely they'd look down and the mortgage had disappeared  | ||
| Hubert (Hubert) Username: Hubert Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 78.22.231.91 |
Beautiful story, Gary! | ||
| Frank (Frank) Username: Frank Registered: 09-2008 Posted From: 79.187.206.46 |
Gary - I hoped the story would end with your dad taking the dog home. I have two dogs, the eldest of which my friends found in the forest 8 years ago when it was 25 below. She had a litter and I kept the first born. I've just moved into a house next to a forest so now they a garden and the wooded beauty of my town to look forward to. I'm a stickler for dogs. As Mickey Rourke said, 'Sometimes all a guy had is his dogs.' Amen. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.232.21 |
Aww - that made me laugh. Who could blame the dog? But yes reminds me of a story I read as a child called "the dog who came for dinner" all about a naughty dog that... you guessed it, didn't belong to the family or their dinner guests... | ||
| Mick Curtis (Mick) Username: Mick Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 86.177.115.127 |
Years ago a friend was dropping me off at home in his car, after a night out at a pub, and we saw a dog lying down in the road ahead of his car. He pulled over and we went to have a look. The dog seemed fine and was wagging his tail but was just lying there. We found a name tag on his collar and saw that his owners lived a couple of miles away, so we sorted out a rug for the back seat, and the dog suddenly jumped up and got on the rug and sat down, seeming completely fine. We drove to the owner's address, and took the dog (which was by now walking) to the front door. The owners thanked us very much and said the dog was in the habit of going for long walks; when he felt tired he'd just lie down in the road and someone would always pick him up and bring him home! It never worked for me, though, lying down in the road... | ||
| Steve Bacon (Stevebacon) Username: Stevebacon Registered: 09-2008 Posted From: 90.208.112.230 |
A friend of mine told me a story a few years ago. I suspect he, too, was pulling my leg, but it's a funny one anyway - He was walking through a shopping centre in Wakefield with his friend, who was holding his Jack Russell terrier on a lead. A security guard came up to them and said that dog's weren't allowed in the shopping centre. His friend - who's a bit of a lad - turned to the security guard and said that he was blind, and the dog was his guide-dog. The security guard glanced at the Jack Russell terrier and said in a bemused voice, "I thought guide-dogs were usually labradors?" The bloke then moved his head in a Stevie Wonder-style movement and said, "they are - what have they given me?" |