At this point should explain that car is never locked, simply nothing worth stealing from it! Also should mention that i live in Woodroffe near some housing commission units. Lovely place... very tranquil on a Friday and Saturday night...well, lets not split hairs here, its a place of serenity! NOT!
Should also explain that 'doggie' is a 95kg Great Dane, and being Brindle she's nearly invisible til she moves.
NOw, back to the story... enter the inquisitive sh*tbag who, after hopping the 8ft cyclone fence, decided he was going to check out the inside of the store room. I think thats when doggie woke up. He bailed into the car for safety, and she wouldnt let him out.
Anyway, long story short, left him in there while i called the plod. While they were on their way (staggering response time, thanks guys... five coffees later and a string of abuse from the oxygen bandit in my car), would be thief decides to make a break for it and tried to jump the fence.
The phone call from the coppers this morning was most amusing... five stitches up his wazoo, which just happened to be where 95kg of Great Dane was dangling from ... aaaahhhhh the union of a*se and k-9 teeth... its a beautiful thing
And they say theres no justice in the world!
