I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
(, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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when they are male and in heat (which is almost evryday)
they chase you round the garden with a little pink finger hanging out... they also Grunt... which was new to me...
hanging out you washing is impossible.
(, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:55, closed)
whom we watched for the summer loved me. He used to assault my feet. I didn't know what he was doing and used to egg him on with tickles. I thought he was nuzzling my toes with his wet warm nose!
Yeck.
(, Wed 30 Apr 2008, 23:23, closed)
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