David Cropper

Ageist pig, Eggs!

Stubby! Go to your room, think about what you've said and stay there until you've learned how to behave!

Good, clear summation mate. In a nutshell.

Hungover this morning so Smiley faces don't do a lot for me.

Oh dear! Can one assume you've had a sense of humour bypass? Miserable sod.

That's treason in my house! I've only just house trained her, don't want her getting ideas of rebellion. Again!

Sometimes it's better for us over here to be one of the non English. I sometimes feel like wheeling Jolly Jock, my wife, out as a distraction. The French like the Jocks.

You're going back to your roots ain't you?

Its Saturday night, I'm trying to get cider into my brain to dispel the image of you and Krankie. You ain't John Wayne, a poor man's Gary Barlow maybe looking at your photo, she's more like the Duke I'm afraid. Leave well alone.

Sweet suffering Christ! Get a bleeding grip Dempsey! You're an Englishman, don't interfere with the natives, the tribes don't like it!

Update. First photo shows the puppy and the bitch I wanted in the scrap yard. Second one is of my garage just after bringing the bitch home to see how we get on. I hadn't informed my wife at this stage. I got her settled, groomed her for half an hour, always helps to get a bond forming, and just sat and talked to her. I heard my wife's car coming into the courtyard, went out on my own, then asked her how much do you love me?". Reply was "What have you done?" I said that I'd brought my birthday present home, she'd asked me a week before what I wanted. I said a dog. Anyway, we got to the glass door separating the house from the garage when the dog wandered into view. Total meltdown ensued. I've said before that she's frightened of guard type breeds, thought she might give this one a chance. Not a bit of it, crying ,hyperventilating, divorce on the cards, off to our daughters house, total breakdown. To make matters worse, I took the dog into the garden, she heard the drama queen crying, sounded like whale music, jumped up to the window to investigate the row, wife saw it, more whale music this time louder, with the cry of "Thats not a dog, it's a wolf!" Upshot was to save what sanity Moby Dick still had, I phoned my mate to bring her , the dog not the wife, back. Not to worry says he, some else wants her. Divorce put off till next time. When I got back from returning the dog, the wife said that she thought I would have got a terrier or something similar and we could go and choose a pup together. A big sigh from me and the reply of, no thats ok, I don't want one now. Sick as a pig. But the story does have a happy ending. I was cutting logs yesterday in the garden when I saw one of my distant neighbours walking the Malinois bitch on a lead on the road behind my house. They had adopted her, dog saw me and made a big fuss for 2 minutes, then instantly forgot about me. It did make me pleased she's gone to a loving home with people who have had both Malinois and German shepherds before so know what do do.

Christ Almighty Andy! I expected you to be more combative than that, that was a very grown up response, I'm actually warming to you! Well done, now go and have a wee dram.

Seeing as it's been going on for over 300 years and still is to a degree, you're not going to get a definitive answer on here. Just more arguing from the different factions. I think if you were a West Coaster you would have more of an idea of the situation. Glasgow is very partisan, it's a built in default position which foot you kick with. No offence intended to any sensitive Glaswegians on here.k

You're about to open a can of worms now.

Adrenalin is brown!

Head shots work. Nobody's going to put rounds into his vest unless they panic.

Just been announced the vest was a fake. Can't take a chance, only action is to slot the twat. Got to hand it to the courage of the lads who took him on before the cops arrived. Must be bravery awards handed out there.

Totally agree mate. Well put.

I've said it before, I honestly thing the average English person doesn't give a monkey's if Scotland goes on it's own. Can't speak for the Welsh as they have their own agenda on independence, don't even want to think about N.I, but the general feeling in England would be, in my opinion, let em carry on and see how they manage. I understand why the Scots Nats think as they do, let's face it most Jocks have no love for the English because of the history of , as they see it, oppression of culture, language the Clearances et al. Before anyone rips into me, my wife is a Scot, although violently anti Independence, and she has her anti English moments. She once told me that her Granny wouldn't allow her to watch Coronation St when it started as to quote Granny, " Those dirty English allow women in the pubs." Dirty English is often bandied about in moments of anger, without thinking. If Independence did happen would there be a need for a hard border, what currency would they have, plus all the other obstacles which would obviously cause concern. Would the Scottish Regiments have to leave the British Army, which would be a tragedy in my mind. The Jocks are always one of the first sent in, do more than their fair share to be sure. A mess in the making all round.

Keep it going mate, you're doing fine. Nice to see a thread that hasn't the nastiness as some of the other ones have generated into. A "feel good" thread for a change. Lots of the blokes on here are dog men and will enjoy watching your progress with the pup.

Lovely looking dog mate.

Then it would be "Would you blow into this bag please sir."

Yes, Malinois do need to be active all the time. Totally different outlook than Alsatians. My mate who has taken the two Malinois also has a two year old dog. He's got to be on the go all the time, very hard work to keep him occupied. When he's in training he's a joy to be with because his mind is kept busy. When he in kennel he's constantly on the move, gets stir crazy.

I've had Alsatians before, love them, totally different to Malinois, first one was my Army guard dog. Second one, still in Army but my own dog.I found some old photos, I weighed less than the dog then plus I had hair and teeth. Less than 10 stone, a bit bigger now. 1969 in Omagh Northern Ireland and 1974 Bovington.

My mates said she's a real lady, very nice attitude, not a bit malicious. He's going to turn up at my place with both of them , hopefully my wife will change her mind about them!