I can't resist posting this, sorry @Chelsea. Probably shouldn't, but oh well. This thread jogged some not-funny-at-the-time memories....
Walked out my kitchen door one Sunday morning to be confronted by this shocking scene. 1997? Locked solid they were, for bloody ages! Nothing I could do about it, too late for intervention. Old Mission couldn't bloody walk properly for days after that.
Man, they were nice puppies though. Fluffy little things that grew to be almost exactly 50/50 in mum/dad colouring, with sharp boundaries between the Rottie bits and Dalmatian bits. Really odd! But strong, powerful and fast dogs, great warthog hunters. Cool as.
Sorry, photos of old celluloid.
So, the moral of the story is, be alert, cos sometimes the bitches can be right slutty little tarts. This one travelled a fair way to come find her beau, and jumped a bloody high timber fence to get into the yard!
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