I guess he’s thinking,this is an excellent idea…
Looks like it
My parents old dog and the gf’s schnauzer out in the last of the light before shit goes dark up here.
I’ve got one of those. Exact same behavior. It never stops either, we’re going on 14 years of being abused by the loveable tyrant.
We routinely find him like this:
Use this prompt in google gemini for a cool pencil drawing of your doggo - maybe photoshop out the diamond watermark and claim to your partner you drew it yourself, like a long hidden talent!
“A hyper-detailed black and white pencil sketch of a portrait based on the uploaded photo, realistic shading, fine graphite texture, hand-drawn look, smooth gradient tones, artistic pencil strokes, detailed facial expression, soft light contrast, minimal background, professional pencil illustration style.”
Nice!
My partner and I had a home date night where we painted each other. My painting of her looked like an angry Kylo Ren (she doesn’t look like an angry Kylo Ren). Although she is great at art, she knows full well art isn’t my hidden talent ![]()
An artist on reddit also did a drawing of her when she was a puppy.
Speaking as a former Postman, all I can say is: “those teeth!!’
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I love dogs - but I’m convinced that being a postman permanently imprints you with a pheromone that all dogs (especially the wee ones) can detect within a radius of 150m.
Only this morning I was chased in the park by two miniature Rough Collies. The owner said : you have to pedal faster. Aye - cheers pal! ![]()
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(that’s the third time he’s told me that). All good though.
I joined Royal Mail for a year when my two were both at school. I could drop them off and pick them up. They had just changed from using the boxes to pick up bags of mail to going out in pairs in vans. Me and the guy I worked with used to fucking fly round our route (13 miles). Then they started to change it again to a more normal working week, if you finished early, they would make you do some shite like do the junk mail, so I chucked it. But, I did get attacked by a big arse Alsatian that chomped my forearm right through to the bone, damaging the tendon.
Management tried to blame me, the fuckers, and get me back in doing light duties. Thankfully the Union rep was a legend (and still a good friend).
I had to make a complaint (although it could have been a kid) and when the police went to interview the owner, the dog attacked one of the officers.
I kinda thought the old postie and dog thing was a bit of a myth…
My childhood dog used to go apeshit whenever anyone posted stuff through the door but was a friendly good boy if the postman approached
while he was already outside.
from a dog’s perspective: there’s this guy who shows up every damn day who rattles the mailbox and no matter what you do, you just can’t ever get a good quality sniff to determine if he truly is friend or foe.
my first weim had it out for UPS delivery folks. i think the uniform made it worse - rarely the same person twice, but always in brown!
Totally. It took time and effort to win over the girlfriend’s dog, who has a rather impressive set of testicles for a small dog. I was the human that turned up at his gaff and took his mum away. He would lie in between us in bed, making sure no funny business could possibly happen.
It ended up with me having to lay down the laws of masculinity and walk around naked with my weighty sack on display as a reminder of his place in the Universe. He now wears my bollocks on a neckless and I sleep in his dog crate in the kitchen. It’s actually surprisingly comfy.
I never had any major bother ie I wasn’t bitten but have been chased. Your experience was terrible. As @deepconcentration said, it seemed to be the act of rattling the letterbox and putting the stuff in that noised up the dogs. You can understand it. I’ve known so many great dogs in my life, though sadly never had one myself. Would love one eventually when I don’t spend as much time at work.
The Alsatian was eventually put down unfortunately. It had been trained to be ultra aggressive by a pair of morons - way beyond the usual nonsense. It was a pretty rough area. It would rip the post to shreds, but that one day she was out hanging out the washing with the back door open. They had put their bins in a line like a really shit fence. Dog went straight for my upper body and clamped my arm when I tried to block. Always remember the surprise of the force. Luckily it just bit hard and let go - I had an almost perfect circle of a hole through to the bone. She was shouting, the dog came back for another go, adrenaline pumped through my body and I just shouted absolute nonsensical words/sounds, but aggressively and it put it off enough to get grabbed and papped inside.
The most enjoying part was it was the last 20 minutes of my shift and it was the 2006 Euros and had watch in A&E. And the manager drove me to the house to see if I’d made a mistake. Was I wearing the approved footwear (no idea what the relevance was). The couple of cuntos had actually gone out and bought dog warning signs and had a fence put up with a mailbox on it.
Thankfully the Mormons had been doing the rounds that day and confirmed the signs and fence weren’t there earlier. My boss and Royal Mail were happy and ready to nail my balls to the floor. Was due to go to court until the police were assaulted by the dog ![]()
I was both shocked and not by the arsehole behaviour. I got the last laugh anyway with a month off and large amount of dihydrocodeine. And got voluntary redundancy when I was about 2 months from leaving.
That is absolutely brutal - I think Royal Mail were worse than the dog!
My postie job was a mellow summer affair on a bike. Up at 4.30 and done by 11.
They were (management and above) a bunch a massive bellends. I had two young kids that needed picked up and was doing my first degree part time, so I just got fired in. I had delivered everything I had to for the day. It only resulted in some staff leaving and everyone going slow and getting the overtime sheet out.
Aah - beautiful!









