Perils of a cuddle
ERE’S yet another story of a hunter being shot by his own dog. It seems to happen with regularity these days.
A French hunter – his name is given only as Rene – was out in the wilds with three Blue Gascony basset hounds in the Dordogne region when one of the dogs affectionately jumped on him “for a cuddle”.
The dog unfortunately pulled the trigger on his master’s shotgun, which blasted his right hand.
Rene was helicoptered to hospital in Bordeaux where his hand had to be amputated. But he doesn’t blame the dog.
“I should have had the safety catch on.” He still describes the dog as “adorable”.
There’s a moral here. If you’re going to cuddle anything – a woman, a dog or whatever – make sure the safety catch is on.
Hthe muzzle pressed against his boot, as he swigged from a mug of tea. Somebody walked past wearing a chunky jersey. The jersey caught on one of the shotgun hammers, lifted it then – wham! – the end of the Poison Dwarf’s boot was blasted
They managed to get the boot off him. The middle toe was severed completely. Throwing the severed toe into the back of a bakkie, they rushed him to Grey’s Hospital to see if a stitch-on job was possible. As the bakkie pulled off, the Poison Dwarf’s faithful bull terrier bitch jumped on the back. They were haring into Maritzburg when the driver glanced in the rear-view mirror to see the bull terrier swallowing her master’s toe.
Amputation complete. And in this case also, nobody doubted the love and devotion of the dog. 1950s about that neighbourhood just off Smith Street where the old Hotel D’Urban still stands.
Her 82-year-old dad is writing his memoirs on Koh Samui island, Thailand, where he now lives, and