Rarest Of Species [Extended]

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‘David Attenborough, Fossils and Friends’ by Homebound

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Mark at Jam Art Factory writes:

We’ve a new “David Attenborough, Fossils and Friends” print in by Dublin designer, Homebound. For a chance to win this signed print in A3 size, tell us your best anecdote involving an animal and yourself. Best answer wins.

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23 thoughts on “Rarest Of Species [Extended]

  1. Paulus

    Well ‘erself was raging like a bull and giving me dog’s abuse so I was outa there like a rat up a drainpipe. Met a mate, he says; ‘Howya horse’ and I told him my story. He says; ‘Ah that’s cat altogether’.
    I explained that the missus would soon want me back because I’m as strong as an ox and I do all the donkey work at home.
    ‘Don’t be such a chicken’ he says, ‘we’ll go for a drink’. I wasn’t too keen because the last time, I came home elephants drunk and woke up the next morning like a bear with a sore head. But he’s as stubborn as a mule and wouldn’t take no for an answer saying;
    ‘Ah here, are you a man or a mouse?’
    After a night’s drinking I was as drunk as a skunk but feeling as brave as a lion. So I strutted home like a turkeycock to face herself and the whole cycle started over again.
    Like Groundhog Day.

        1. Paulus

          Hah; the eagle-eyed owner of Jam Art may have a memory like an elephant and remember that I won a collection of their work already, (several framed and dotted around the house). They may think; ‘Does this greedy pig think he’s going to swan off with MORE of our product?’

  2. Papi

    I woke up a sleeping bull once by accident, and let me tell you, it was not a great experience. Did you know they can jump when startled? All four legs up in the air. Well, now you do.

  3. yupyup

    My poor old faithful family dog Lola used to follow us everywhere. We used to have to lock her in until the leaver was long gone. One particular day, when not feeling great, I decided to go for a run. I totally forgot about her until she rocked up beside me about 2km in – with a big happy head on her :)
    I said I’d plough on, as she was young and fighting fit then (kind of like myself) I was getting through the run when we got into the local town. She decided to pay the bookies a visit – there was a big racing festival on at the time and it was quiet busy. She went in the front door and about a minute later emerged from the side door, still happy out, being patted by two elderly gents. I observed the whole thing from the other side of the road and was just crossing when she reemerged. The run continued. She made a few more pitstops, got patted by a few kids here and there and I’d wait on ahead to let her catch up. She was a very friendly dog anyways but I reckon the extra affection she was showing strangers that day was in order to take a little breather. Anyways, 9km later, myself and Lola eventually made it home to a much needed drink of water.
    Lola has since passed but she left many fond memories, including that one, and helped me through many difficult times. RIP my old friend.

  4. Janet, dreams of an alternate universe

    an ode to my little Jackie with the heart of a lion,
    I used to work in a bar where unusually for Paris ( it was on the periphery ) the local barflies were a bit uncomfortable with two flamboyantly gay gentleman who used to come in, my response to the hostility was to to fill them and myself with copious shots of free whiskey, so when their little dog who used to get a wee sup of beer got preggo I was gifted with a pup that 14 years on is still my best friend and a bit of a star back in her old arrondissement, she came to work with me and did bouncer on the door barking people out at closing that she had cuddled all night, she worked the apartment rentals giving a warm greeting to guests and charming owners into handing over their keys and trust, she came to the hairdressers, the bank, the pub, nightclub, every meal out and vetted every date, every run up to 20km, everyone in the hood knew her name and spoiled her rotten, she never needed a lead, responds to three languages and will only eat human food ( roast chicken and carrots a favorite)..my Jackie Kitcha always by my side, I held her on deck for 16 freezing hours on the boat over because the b””yards wouldn’t let her inside, now enjoying her retirement in Ireland and a much slower pace of life.

    1. Verbatim

      I dislike David Attenborough, though can’t really remember why, something about him hitching onto the climate change wagon.
      One story I’ve never been able to forget, was a story he told about his biggest scare in the wild. In some country or other he was sitting on a toilet and a rat came up between his legs, the thing of nightmares.

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