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Belly laughs!


Apr 11, 2005
My wife has always said I have quite a sick sense of humour with regards to other peoples situations/ailments and stuff, and with hand on heart she is more or less right. Pople falling over gets me, especially when they try and correct their self in mid drop, but she was telling me a story of her friend who (like us) recently bought a golden labrador puppy. My wife was giving her the laydown with regards to dogs, they do lose hair smell a bit sometimes and occasionaly have the odd accident,par for the course really as anyone of us who owns animals understands this. However privatley (AND I HAVE BEEN WITNESS TO THIS) her friend is bit O.C.D. when it comes to house cleaning, everything must be in order, clean and pristine and imaculate ,cups on coasters that sort of thing. We was out saturday and joined them at another friends 40th birthday party, and I mentioned to her husband how things were going with the puppy, and he says "fine" giving me a look away. Anyway we are up the bar getting some drinks and he says to me, "I could not really talk earlier about the dog as his wife is not coping well with the poor puppies toilet training and then informed me that the previous weekend the dog had eat seaweed whilst out walking. They didnt think much of it untill after leaving the poor fellow on his own for a few hours they returned to find he had had a massive diarrhoea attack around the whole house which left his poor wife inconsoulable.
On hearing this I basically lost it......totally. I could not breath and was in need of C.P.R. as he gave me a perplexing smile. Any picture or thought of this poor puppy doing its wall of death around there show home still cracks me up, 3 days later. I could not look his wife in the eye after we returned from the bar and my wife did not know the story as everytime I looked at her I was in bits.
As anyone got a tail that still cracks them up?
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