21 thoughts on “Barking

  1. Brother Barnabas

    why do the guards need to find the dead dog? and why is it in other’s interest to hide it?

    1. Rob_G

      Strange alright. Thought the shot fellow’s uncle gave a quote saying that the dog was alive and fine; maybe a dog with a bullet in it would support the Garda’s contention that he felt he was in danger, and that’s why they’ve hidden it(?)

      Peculiar incident all round.

  2. phil

    Could the Gardai not just pretend they are a professional for a few months until I finish reading the Charlton Inquiry report ?

  3. ollie

    This is a total joke, almost as comical as the breathalyser debacle.

    There is no dog, Garda acted the tough guy, had his tie grabbed, panicked and discharged his firearm which was already in his hand.
    I wish I had an armed Garda to sort out my squabbles. Try going to a Garda station and reporting that someone owed you money, refused to return your vehicle, did a bad repair job, and see what reaction you get.

    1. Col

      They’re not even that pushed if your house has been burgled or your car broken into (in my experience). In fairness, it’s small scale compared to wha they have to deal with- but why was a Garda involved in this instance at all?

      1. Termagant

        I once called up the police station to report my bike stolen and within 15 minutes there was a patrol car out front and two guards in my living room taking all the details.
        I didn’t get it back though.

  4. Nigel

    Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog
    Oliver Goldsmith

    Good people all, of every sort,
    Give ear unto my song;
    And if you find it wondrous short,
    It cannot hold you long.

    In Islington there was a man,
    Of whom the world might say
    That still a godly race he ran,
    Whene’er he went to pray.

    A kind and gentle heart he had,
    To comfort friends and foes;
    The naked every day he clad,
    When he put on his clothes.

    And in that town a dog was found,
    As many dogs there be,
    Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
    And curs of low degree.

    This dog and man at first were friends;
    But when a pique began,
    The dog, to gain some private ends,
    Went mad and bit the man.

    Around from all the neighbouring streets
    The wondering neighbours ran,
    And swore the dog had lost his wits,
    To bite so good a man.

    The wound it seemed both sore and sad
    To every Christian eye;
    And while they swore the dog was mad,
    They swore the man would die.

    But soon a wonder came to light,
    That showed the rogues they lied:
    The man recovered of the bite,
    The dog it was that died.

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