Shzz46 said:
I tried the eggshells didn't stop them don't like the salt it's too cruel .yes I love my animals to bits the last cat I rescued as she was doomed for the cat and dog shelter
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I have thought of the snail problem, what about hiring a few French chefs and let them loose in your garden, pick some wild garlic and hey presto.................. dinner :lol:
hornblower, your own cucumbers and tomatoes sound delicious, mine are still quite small, no greenhouse.
I loved the photos of the dogs, especially puppies aawww. I had a cat called Bailey, I got him at 5 weeks old. Far too young but it was a neighbour of my now grown up daughters aunt and uncle, the house was disgusting, mother and kittens full of fleas, we just had to take him. He was the most cutest little thing, I took him to the vets to get checked over. He was obviously too young to be taken away because I became his surrogate mum, because he used to suckle my earlobe, then fall off my earlobe laying in my arm still suckling away in his sleep, I loved him SO much, even when he got to be an adult he still used to try and suck my earlobe. When my now daughter was 6months old he went missing and I never saw him again. I don't know what happened to him. :cry:
I used to work at a kennels on a Saturday out in the countryside. My dad would drive me there and then pick me up at the end of the day. It was hard work, little money, but I absolutely loved it. My mum always asked me to get the local fresh eggs, a lot of them were double yokers and delicious too. Lots of lovely dogs, I remember the Gubbins 3 and Flick the Collie whose teeth stuck out a bit. There was also a Cattery and an area, cordoned off, for the bitches in season, which was a way from the main kennels. There was a duck pond, a big red pillar box and the owners lived in the big White House, very posh. I had the same lunch every week, cheese and piccalilli sandwiches and a flask of tea. I had this in the caravan occupied by a lady called Dee, she had a big poster of Alice Cooper on the door and the place was like a pig sty, I was only 14 or 15, at the time, some good memories.
I'm having a bit of a weird day, but I think I will post a thread about what has occurred :shock:
Take care RRB