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Is why i have HANDSOME hounds...

Lucii..I totally and unequivocally agree. :) :)
My own hound is much like me also...intelligent, frisky, sexually active (and long lasting) and much desired by the females.

My Shih Zhu is a chick magnet!!!

HA HA fkn HA....

Them things are mopheads.....jam a handle up their freckle and polish ya floor.

Nah...no good for that...make OK dusting mops though!!! :D

Thank God the GF can't get access to this site....what she doesn't know won't hurt her!!

Lucii,

It looks like you are pushing too hard on the handles of yours and hitting the skirting boards a lot!!

Might be from chasing parked cars mate.

Lucii wrote:Might be from chasing parked cars mate.

You're going to have to stop that Lucii........let the dogs do it......

Loved your pictures of the run Bob, particularly the many of the "Hero", which apart from the Mercantile, Fortune Of War, Lord Nelson, Observer, Palisade, Harbour View, Glenmore and the Orient, is my favourite pub.

I also note a couple of pics when you guys settled in at the Orient, that Shep's eyes had fallen down to his chin, which always happens when he has had too much to drink. :? As a matter of fact, I have seen them dragging on the floor after a few Anzac Day sessions.

Sorry I missed it guys, it won't happen again I promise.

Jeez Neddie, we tried our best to keep you up to date on the day..... :D

Well Friday started off as usual. I was on the rattler from St Marys to the city by 1245. By 1300 I had the first phone call from Shep telling me I was a shout down. He and Seejay were already at it in the Frisco. Five calls later, I was ambushed outside the Frisco as I was walking up to the Mariners Court to book in for the weekend.
Fifteen minutes later, the foundation members of the basin trial (Shep, Seejay and self) were in full swing. Sue joined us a bit after 1600.
By this time we had discovered a table load of MOBIs & MUPPETTS adjacent, and Joey Joseph (Jan ‘66), became a fixture at our table, along with Rick, and Tafmo and the lovely lady Rhonda.
A dangerous precedent was set.
None of us made it to stumps. Normally Shep, Seejay and self are swept out by the cleaners, but not tonight Josephine.
I am informed that this could be a good thing, as a group of Khaki clad mates and their ladies came a looking for us to have a drink, at would you believe 0100, and the Frisco was still apparently going strong. The mind boggles.
Anyway, a sleepless night was endured with severe pain from a neck injury that pain killers would not diminish, so after collecting Dino on Saturday morning, it was once more into the fray at Jacksons on George.
There, the rest of the rabble had already assembled, the obligatory get well coffee consumed, bullshit was bantered, and first ale for the day about 1145. Just after 1100, it was officially on for young and old.
Hadn’t but crossed George Street, when we came across Neddles sleeping in, his alarm obviously wasn’t working, so we left him, but tried our best to keep him appraised of the days progress, until he inexplicably had troubles with his mobile. Couldn’t get him to answer most calls.
We finished up with 11 starters, and as usual, it was a good mix, plenty of bullshit, booze, and eye candy on the menu.
There was much chatting up of the fairer sex, and recruiting by Rick for bow figureheads for the MOBI, ( ie the two raging poofters from Melbourne. Charlie chatting up his train driver, (we all thought she was the loco), and then there was Charlie looking for a change of menu trying to scrounge a cheap (read free) feed from one of the local binnery.
We had coppers, (being chatted up by MOI), whilst conducting a siege, then later under their truck bonnet. Security staff at the Orient who had a great sense of humour, and posing throwing me out.
Anyway a great day/night again. Shep, Howie, Joey and self the last four to return to Jacksons on George, then Shep left, so the rest of us had one more, “The last three standing”.
Joey & I staggered onto a 311 back to Woolloomooloo at 2330. Needless to say Sunday morning, one was a bit fragile.
Roll on next year, (FIRST WEEKEND IN SEPTEMBER).
Cheers.