jac379: My daughter's little dog is so greedy that once when she was high speed yaffling her dinner, she started to choke.
I rushed across the kitchen to administer the Heimlich manoeuvre, but she was so worried that I was after her food she dislodged the offending morsel scoffing the rest of her dinner down before I could get there.
It was like "I'm not ready to die yet!!! I haven't finished my dinner!"
I've also rescued my lurcher when he got into trouble after rather foolishly leaping into a swollen river, (he's not a good swimmer). I'll never forget the pleading look of panic on his face as he was about to go under and the look of utter relief when I went in to get him.
I was feeling rather smug that rainy day having just waxed my walking boots and wearing waterproof trousers. I ended up with primordial river sludge in my socks and knickers.
Jac xxx
I belong to a Dog Obedience Training Club; and if a dog is not going to pass it's Canine Good Citizen test, it often gets referred to me.
One day I was helping an old man train his Mastiff, and I threw her ball into the river. The dog launched out into the river, and sank like a rock!
I was almost naked on the shore when she popped up, and made it to safety. LOL
OBTW, Waxed boots, and waterproof trousers!?!?!?!?!?!?
BBWfansdream: EEeeewwwww! And I thought that Bronson's habit of snacking on cat truffles from their litter tray was gross! This is a magic act I don't ever want to try!
My Pit Bull was dead, his eyes were glazed, the pupils took up the whole iris, my friend was shaking his head.
I put away the dog I had been holding, and then ran to my dead dog. I pushed my friend out of the way, then I beat on my dogs ribs; after I beat on his ribs, I lifted him up, and put my mouth over my hands, over his mouth, and filled his lungs with air.
Then I put his four feet down, and bounced him up and down; cradling his stomach to pump air into him. I inflated his mouth a couple more times, and bounced him, he started staggering, and wobbling, until he came back to life. He was a breach birth, I pulled him out of the womb by his heels; I wasn't gonna' just let him die. .
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I rushed across the kitchen to administer the Heimlich manoeuvre, but she was so worried that I was after her food she dislodged the offending morsel scoffing the rest of her dinner down before I could get there.
It was like "I'm not ready to die yet!!! I haven't finished my dinner!"
I've also rescued my lurcher when he got into trouble after rather foolishly leaping into a swollen river, (he's not a good swimmer). I'll never forget the pleading look of panic on his face as he was about to go under and the look of utter relief when I went in to get him.
I was feeling rather smug that rainy day having just waxed my walking boots and wearing waterproof trousers. I ended up with primordial river sludge in my socks and knickers.
Jac xxx
I belong to a Dog Obedience Training Club; and if a dog is not going to pass it's Canine Good Citizen test, it often gets referred to me.
One day I was helping an old man train his Mastiff, and I threw her ball into the river.
The dog launched out into the river, and sank like a rock!
I was almost naked on the shore when she popped up, and made it to safety. LOL
OBTW, Waxed boots, and waterproof trousers!?!?!?!?!?!?
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