horny dogs and children...
...so in my youth I lived in a picturesque suburban court. All the families that lived there got along and played cricket and chasey, etc. Weekends were like the opening sequence to Neighbours with the smiling and waving as you go out to get your paper.

But there was one kid that none of us could stand, he was kind of like Toady, except we hated him (and none of the people on Nieghbours seem to hate Toady. Why!? He's always been a twat!). Anyways, Toady was about six and would try to get in on whatever we were doing, be it football or frisbee. One day, we were having fun, he was tagging along, when the resident horny dog made an appearance.

It just happened that this dog was quite a large doberman, we shall call him Bruce. And Toady was petrified of him, especially when Bruce had wood.

So as all the kids scatter back inside, up trees, etc, Toady approaches me, teary eyed and hysterical, begging for help and advice on what he should do...

...I told him that if he got down on all fours in the middle of the court, Bruce would think he was another dog and not attack him...
(lessmiserable, Mon 3 Sep 2007, 2:57, Reply)