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The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.


Imagine for a second that you have a best FRIEND. He is a good FRIEND. A solid FRIEND. A FRIEND that has seen you through the good times and the bad. Imagine chaining that FRIEND up to the back of your ute, and driving down to South Hobart.

Some FRIEND.

It’s Theme Thursday you see, and today’s theme is FRIEND.

Some people reckon that dogs are man’s best FRIEND. I reckon that this photo proves otherwise.
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Roddy said…
That's why Polly rides in the passenger seat and your mother in the back. Remember though, I love them both.
3 December 2009 at 12:56
Tara said…
Ah, this is so wrong!

My dogs ride in the car (backseat please). This person is demonstrating animal cruelty.

Thanks for stopping by my website. I'm glad to have found yours: your boys are beautiful (if I may say) and now I have your area to explore!
3 December 2009 at 14:26
Baino said…
Well it beats turning a sharp corner and flinging your canine into the canal! Yeh I have a pampered pooch too with a back seat doggy seatbelt. It makes her feel important!
4 December 2009 at 06:32
JeffScape said…
I agree... although I can see where a need might arise to do something like that.

Me, personally? I let my dogs ride up front.
4 December 2009 at 09:06
Brian Miller said…
i watched a dog on a chain jump out of a truck going down the interstate...not pretty...definitely not a friend....
4 December 2009 at 09:28
Alan Burnett said…
I am my dog's driver and she sits in the comfort of the back seat whilst I try to follow her instructions. Happy TT to you and yours.
4 December 2009 at 11:23
Harnett-Hargrove said…
This really makes my temper rise when I see an animal treated cruelly. -J
4 December 2009 at 12:08
Ronda Laveen said…
Whoa! Not such a good friend.
4 December 2009 at 12:30
Jasmine said…
In England, a law was passed that allows people to mash the windows o cars if a dog has been left alone in car for longer than20-30mins. The idea is to save the dog from being barbecued inside that car. It would be nice if there were some other transport laws to protect our furry friends.
4 December 2009 at 12:49
Stephanie said…
It's scary to drive around like that.
4 December 2009 at 14:16
Roddy said…
I should clarify my last comment. When your mother travels she has the front seat and Polly is quite happy on the back seat. Windows down of course. And bowl of water for her.
4 December 2009 at 19:54
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