Dog Owners.

[glasfryn]

I agree with you about dangerous dogs, but even more so I agree about cats which should be similarly controlled as they are far worse than dogs for making mess etc.. No dogs can get into my back garden but they certainly leave their mark and that apart from their negative effect on birds.

Chips and licences for cats and restrictions on breeding !!

microchipping of cats should have been bought in at the same time ...........but until they change the law on cats being a semi-wild animal then its not going to happen.
my fear is now that dogs will be regulated those who have puppy farms will turn their attention to kitten farms
I/we spent many years stopping adverts for kittens/puppies in supermarkets/shops/and even pet stores and local papers all the time this happens any small space can be used to breed cats.
We after all supposed to be a country of animal lovers ...................some of the things I have seen does not show that as correct.
the last place I went to see to gather evidence made me physically sick and I admire those who have battered their MP's for years to get something done about the chipping of dogs that might eventually put a stop to unscrupulous people making fortunes out of animals(dogs in this case).
now I would hope we can have the same sort of campaign for the microchipping of cats and other pets

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Our cat is done. Happy to see dogs getting chipped too.

The chip simply identifies our my against a number that comes up when a scanner is waved over it's neck- which is fine- but is there a chip that you can use to locate an animal's position? My phone has one as does every sat nav. Maybe the technology isn't there yet.

apparently this technology is on its way

 

[supaseagull]

I think it's a great idea. However, the main issue isn't with the dogs, as always it's the owners.

I do agree with a couple of other posters on here that Dog licences should be reintroduced and also compulsary dog collars which can easily identify the owner.

Looking after a dog, should have the same responsibility of adopting children in my view and I know that many non-dog lovers will scoff. However, too many dogs are bred and bought by people which who can only be described as "w*nkers" who either mistreat them or get them because they look menacing.

 

[Normal Rob]

Mine have been chipped. Can't see any valid reason for not complying tbh.
Can't see how this will affect illegal dog breeding for fighting though.

genuine question - what exactly is illegal dog breeding? Are they not allowed to breed? It's not a very long term strategy.

 

[Muzzy]

genuine question - what exactly is illegal dog breeding? Are they not allowed to breed? It's not a very long term strategy.

People that breed dogs that are now classed as dangerous. Pit bull terriers are still being bred specifically for fighting in this country. These people are hardly likely to take their dog to the vet to get chipped are they?

I trust that all responsible dog owners would have no issues with having their pets fitted with a chip for the dogs own safety.

I understand that dog thefts are on the rise so this would help to slow down this problem to some extent, hopefully

 

[seagullsovergrimsby]

The £500 fine isn't a big enough deterrent if a dog isn't chipped and it attacks people. The dog should be destroyed and the owner banned from owning a pet for a set period.

 

[bomber130]

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-21345730All dogs to be microchipped by 2016. £500 fine for not doing so. Thoughts ?

Only a complete foolish idiot wouldn't have their dog microchiped. Guess I will have to get mine done now.

 

[bomber130]

All convicted criminals too.

They do in part its called a tag.

 

[SeagullSongs]

Maybe the government would understand if their outfits were chipped instead.

It's only Thursday FFS.

 

[looney]

First they came for the dogs, but i didnt do anything as i am not a dog.

 

[dingodan]

First they came for the dogs, but i didnt do anything as i am not a dog.

exactly

 

[edna krabappel]

I'm not a fan of dogs. They are all instinctively primed by nature to try and kill me.

Last night, I was on my way home from work down at about 1:30am. As I drove down a dark country lane, I spotted a pair of eyes and some kind of large animal in the middle of the road. At first, I thought it was a deer, so I slowed right down, anticipating not only the one, but the inevitable Bambi family members emerging from the hedgerow into the beams of my headlights. At this point, I realise it was a MONSTROUS, Hound of the Baskervilles style dog, no idea of the breed, but it was large, black with brown trim, and scary looking, with EVIL eyes and extremely pointy looking teeth.

As I slowly inched forward, it loped off into the front garden of a nearby cottage. I was going to just drive off, but then it occurred to me that it might do the same to the next car that came along, and despite my deeply rooted belief that all dogs are bastards, I didn't want it to get pancaked by some other poor driver. So I stopped the car, with the cunning plan of knocking on the door of the house and seeing if the dog was theirs. I know it was the small hours, but I was sure they'd prefer to be woken briefly than to get up at 7am and find Satan/Fido lying cold and stiff by the roadside.

I got out of the car, at which point it dawned on me just how completely dark and quiet the lane was. My plan to venture into the garden and knock on the door was rapidly amended to simply closing the garden gate, so that wherever the dog had gone, it couldn't run into the road again. I stepped tentatively across the lane towards the garden, working my way towards the shadow of the hedge around the front. I got to within a couple of metres of the gate when it further occured to me that I had absolutely no idea where the fiendish canine was, and that it could well be watching me at that very moment, viewing my presence on its turf as a threat, and thus hatching terrifying plans to consume me whole, leaving only my abandoned car, hazard lights blinking plaintively in the blackness.

I decided instead to return to my car and call the police, thus reducing the odds of me being savaged and loading them heavily on to some burly local constable with a metal baton and a can of pepper spray. It was at this point that I heard a low, deeply sinister growling noise coming from a spot approximately two to three metres in front of me. Almost simultaneously, the beast let out a monstrous volley of barking and LAUNCHED its furry, salivating self through/over the gate and towards me.

I can confirm from the comfort of my computer that I never, ever knew I was physically capable of emitting such a girly scream as I did at that moment, nor that I could ever in my wildest dreams run so fast. I doubt that even Flo Jo in her most testosterone-aided phase could have caught me as I sprinted across the road to my car, ever aware of the skittering noise of its claws on the tarmac, pursuing me with only one aim. Fumbling with the central locking, I managed to open the door at the second attempt and hurl myself inside, slamming it shut. It then strutted around outside my car, barking and growling in my direction.

Fortunately, at this point, I noticed curtains twitching in the house. Clearly, the sound of Satan/Fido planning my imminent death outside had finally woken them from their slumber. About bloody time. Just then I saw headlights approaching around the bend, and a van came around the corner. The Hound was so busy contemplating what I would taste like that it failed to move until the last possible second, and bounced off the side of the van, despite the driver's obvious attempts to avoid him. Fortunately- for the beast, if not for me- it appeared to suffer few ill effects. I did explain what had happened to the owner, who seemed entirely relaxed about things.

Naturally, our conversation ended with that line most beloved of owners of Evil Dogs: "Haha, he's just a big softy really"

Dog owners can never, ever begin to grasp the concept that not everybody shares in their adoration of pets. So by way of contribution to this debate, I am very much in favour of dogs being chipped. And pulped, and scattered over rose bushes.

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It looked very much like this, by the way.



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It looked very much like this, by the way.

 

[Muhammed - I’m hard - Bruce Lee]

I'm not a fan of dogs. They are all instinctively primed by nature to try and kill me.

Last night, I was on my way home from work down at about 1:30am. As I drove down a dark country lane, I spotted a pair of eyes and some kind of large animal in the middle of the road. At first, I thought it was a deer, so I slowed right down, anticipating not only the one, but the inevitable Bambi family members emerging from the hedgerow into the beams of my headlights. At this point, I realise it was a MONSTROUS, Hound of the Baskervilles style dog, no idea of the breed, but it was large, black with brown trim, and scary looking, with EVIL eyes and extremely pointy looking teeth.

As I slowly inched forward, it loped off into the front garden of a nearby cottage. I was going to just drive off, but then it occurred to me that it might do the same to the next car that came along, and despite my deeply rooted belief that all dogs are bastards, I didn't want it to get pancaked by some other poor driver. So I stopped the car, with the cunning plan of knocking on the door of the house and seeing if the dog was theirs. I know it was the small hours, but I was sure they'd prefer to be woken briefly than to get up at 7am and find Satan/Fido lying cold and stiff by the roadside.

I got out of the car, at which point it dawned on me just how completely dark and quiet the lane was. My plan to venture into the garden and knock on the door was rapidly amended to simply closing the garden gate, so that wherever the dog had gone, it couldn't run into the road again. I stepped tentatively across the lane towards the garden, working my way towards the shadow of the hedge around the front. I got to within a couple of metres of the gate when it further occured to me that I had absolutely no idea where the fiendish canine was, and that it could well be watching me at that very moment, viewing my presence on its turf as a threat, and thus hatching terrifying plans to consume me whole, leaving only my abandoned car, hazard lights blinking plaintively in the blackness.

I decided instead to return to my car and call the police, thus reducing the odds of me being savaged and loading them heavily on to some burly local constable with a metal baton and a can of pepper spray. It was at this point that I heard a low, deeply sinister growling noise coming from a spot approximately two to three metres in front of me. Almost simultaneously, the beast let out a monstrous volley of barking and LAUNCHED its furry, salivating self through/over the gate and towards me.

I can confirm from the comfort of my computer that I never, ever knew I was physically capable of emitting such a girly scream as I did at that moment, nor that I could ever in my wildest dreams run so fast. I doubt that even Flo Jo in her most testosterone-aided phase could have caught me as I sprinted across the road to my car, ever aware of the skittering noise of its claws on the tarmac, pursuing me with only one aim. Fumbling with the central locking, I managed to open the door at the second attempt and hurl myself inside, slamming it shut. It then strutted around outside my car, barking and growling in my direction.

Fortunately, at this point, I noticed curtains twitching in the house. Clearly, the sound of Satan/Fido planning my imminent death outside had finally woken them from their slumber. About bloody time. Just then I saw headlights approaching around the bend, and a van came around the corner. The Hound was so busy contemplating what I would taste like that it failed to move until the last possible second, and bounced off the side of the van, despite the driver's obvious attempts to avoid him. Fortunately- for the beast, if not for me- it appeared to suffer few ill effects. I did explain what had happened to the owner, who seemed entirely relaxed about things.

Naturally, our conversation ended with that line most beloved of owners of Evil Dogs: "Haha, he's just a big softy really"

Dog owners can never, ever begin to grasp the concept that not everybody shares in their adoration of pets. So by way of contribution to this debate, I am very much in favour of dogs being chipped. And pulped, and scattered over rose bushes.

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It looked very much like this, by the way.

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It looked very much like this, by the way.

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sorry edna, but that really made me chuckle.

fell free to slap me in the WSL saturday

 

[edna krabappel]

sorry edna, but that really made me chuckle.

fell free to slap me in the WSL saturday

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sorry edna, but that really made me chuckle.

fell free to slap me in the WSL saturday

I tried to PROTECT it too Next time, I'm just flooring it and running the ungrateful bastard over.

 

[Sussax]

I tried to PROTECT it too Next time, I'm just flooring it and running the ungrateful bastard over.

Language please.

*** Warning time again: Language and abuse on NSC ***

 

[edna krabappel]

Language please.

*** Warning time again: Language and abuse on NSC ***

Sorry

 

[Bevendean Hillbilly]

My new boy Dexter (Sprooker) will be done next week.....

Well I never knew that dogs have Surnames.

 

[skipper734]

Things always look bigger in the dark. I know because a girlfriend once told me.
Edna's Attack doggy.



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[Guinness Boy]

I'm not a fan of dogs. They are all instinctively primed by nature to try and kill me.

Last night, I was on my way home from work down at about 1:30am. As I drove down a dark country lane, I spotted a pair of eyes and some kind of large animal in the middle of the road. At first, I thought it was a deer, so I slowed right down, anticipating not only the one, but the inevitable Bambi family members emerging from the hedgerow into the beams of my headlights. At this point, I realise it was a MONSTROUS, Hound of the Baskervilles style dog, no idea of the breed, but it was large, black with brown trim, and scary looking, with EVIL eyes and extremely pointy looking teeth.

As I slowly inched forward, it loped off into the front garden of a nearby cottage. I was going to just drive off, but then it occurred to me that it might do the same to the next car that came along, and despite my deeply rooted belief that all dogs are bastards, I didn't want it to get pancaked by some other poor driver. So I stopped the car, with the cunning plan of knocking on the door of the house and seeing if the dog was theirs. I know it was the small hours, but I was sure they'd prefer to be woken briefly than to get up at 7am and find Satan/Fido lying cold and stiff by the roadside.

I got out of the car, at which point it dawned on me just how completely dark and quiet the lane was. My plan to venture into the garden and knock on the door was rapidly amended to simply closing the garden gate, so that wherever the dog had gone, it couldn't run into the road again. I stepped tentatively across the lane towards the garden, working my way towards the shadow of the hedge around the front. I got to within a couple of metres of the gate when it further occured to me that I had absolutely no idea where the fiendish canine was, and that it could well be watching me at that very moment, viewing my presence on its turf as a threat, and thus hatching terrifying plans to consume me whole, leaving only my abandoned car, hazard lights blinking plaintively in the blackness.

I decided instead to return to my car and call the police, thus reducing the odds of me being savaged and loading them heavily on to some burly local constable with a metal baton and a can of pepper spray. It was at this point that I heard a low, deeply sinister growling noise coming from a spot approximately two to three metres in front of me. Almost simultaneously, the beast let out a monstrous volley of barking and LAUNCHED its furry, salivating self through/over the gate and towards me.

I can confirm from the comfort of my computer that I never, ever knew I was physically capable of emitting such a girly scream as I did at that moment, nor that I could ever in my wildest dreams run so fast. I doubt that even Flo Jo in her most testosterone-aided phase could have caught me as I sprinted across the road to my car, ever aware of the skittering noise of its claws on the tarmac, pursuing me with only one aim. Fumbling with the central locking, I managed to open the door at the second attempt and hurl myself inside, slamming it shut. It then strutted around outside my car, barking and growling in my direction.

Fortunately, at this point, I noticed curtains twitching in the house. Clearly, the sound of Satan/Fido planning my imminent death outside had finally woken them from their slumber. About bloody time. Just then I saw headlights approaching around the bend, and a van came around the corner. The Hound was so busy contemplating what I would taste like that it failed to move until the last possible second, and bounced off the side of the van, despite the driver's obvious attempts to avoid him. Fortunately- for the beast, if not for me- it appeared to suffer few ill effects. I did explain what had happened to the owner, who seemed entirely relaxed about things.

Naturally, our conversation ended with that line most beloved of owners of Evil Dogs: "Haha, he's just a big softy really"

Dog owners can never, ever begin to grasp the concept that not everybody shares in their adoration of pets. So by way of contribution to this debate, I am very much in favour of dogs being chipped. And pulped, and scattered over rose bushes.

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It looked very much like this, by the way.

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It looked very much like this, by the way.

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Since it turned out you weren't eaten can I nominate this as my favourite NSC post ever? It really shouldn't have raised even a grin given the grizzly nature yet I nearly spat my evening cup of cocoa over the screen in amusement at least three times.

Or, in now banned parlance, LOL xx glad you weren't eaten.

 

[Muhammed - I’m hard - Bruce Lee]

Well I never knew that dogs have Surnames.

there ya go....my staffies name is Harley (cos he is david's son) ....can you see what I did there?

his pedigree name is beauvister rob roy

 

[edna krabappel]

Things always look bigger in the dark. I know because a girlfriend once told me.
Edna's Attack doggy.

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Things always look bigger in the dark. I know because a girlfriend once told me.
Edna's Attack doggy.

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I have just tried to find one similar to last night's Satan Dog online.

Having done so, I think it was a Doberman. That is more than big enough & scary enough for me to be verging on CRAPPING myself.