Showing posts with label hunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hunting. Show all posts

09 March 2010

More proof that British anti-hunting laws are nonsense.

OK, we don't know the actual location of where this picture was taken, which means the premise of this post is a terrible assumption. But I can be busted for telling Laci "go get 'em, girl" when we're chasing squirrels in the park. Soooo....

Likewise, after seeing a fox wandering through a shopping mall at 17h00 (5PM) in what used to be the Duke of York's barracks in Chelsea (I knew they should have never opened up the place to the public) and being told: "Oh, that's nothing" while having a pint at my local, which is appropriately called the Fox and Hounds. It seems that there are an estimated 10,000 foxes roaming London as of 2006 with some being able to access the Prime Minister as the picture shows.  Trust me, the little buggers are everywhere including Oxford Circus tube stop.  Googling "London Foxes" will net you as many webpages as foxes.

Unfortunately, short of being the Royal Family (and they would probably be busted if they held fox hunts in Kensington-Hyde Park), we are screwed at chasing the little buggers.  You have to give a shout to the local council to "relocate" the beasts.  Also, the animal rights crowd can complain at riding through paved city scapes.  I know that Charles and Camilla like the sport: maybe they can be persuaded to start a city hunt.

I'm all for animals, but sometime they need to be culled: even if they remind me a bit of Laci.

13 April 2008

Nature red in tooth and claw

Well, it sometimes happens when I am hunting squirrels in the park that someone says how disgusting it is. Today it was some escapee from a freak show (Lydia the Tattooed lady) who thought it was awful. Michael came to my defence pointing out that it is my nature to hunt. I am an animal and I hunt other animals. For the most part, Michael will keep my tendencies in check, but he sees no problem with my ratting.

While I look cute and fluffy, Chinese Cresteds have been ratters. We killed the rodents on board ships. Rodents are a problem in the city. Those cute squirrels can raise hell if they get in a house. Squirrels are just furry tailed rats.

Michael used to shoot the things when he was a kid living in the country, but now he gives them a fighting chance. Anyway, I am the one chasing the squirrel, not Michael. He allows it since he knows it gives me pleasure. It would give me more pleasure to kill the thing. I mean, this is what I do as part of my nature.

I would kill things to eat if I were in the wild. Just because Michael gives me a bowl of food doesn't get rid of my instinct.

Anyway, I am not sure what to do with these people, especially since they are usually PETA members. You know, the fuckheads who think vermin are cute.

Maybe we can hope they get rabies.

28 September 2006

Support for the Dogs of Britain...and humans who like to hunt as well

Master of Hounds
Connaught Square Squirrel Hunt
London
England
United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Dear Sir/Madam,

I am a Chinese Crested Powderpuff who enjoys the hunt of Squirrels (see attached picture) and who is descended from British Champion Chinese Cresteds. While I am quite proud of my British heritage, I have to admit that this ridiculous law makes me quite happy to live in the land of the Free and home of the Rebellion which separated our two great countries.

The activities of your organisation came to my attention through an Article in the Telegraph which stated that:

'The Hunting Act prohibits one from encouraging a dog to chase a squirrel. More than that, it is frightening that one's dog could be put down and one could be fined £5,000 for saying Go on Rover, get after it!.'

I am assuming that this absurdity comes from having a Labour government run by Tony the Weasel.

In fact, I am truly of the opinion that banning the act of hunting squirrels by dogs would be among the acts which were enumerated by the dissatisfied colonists had George III been mad enough to ban squirrel hunting. It would have made the top of the list and even stirred the heart of the most ardent Tory to the cause of independence from a mad British government as it has stirred Michael's and Mine.

If it were not for the other absurd law regarding quarantine, I would love to join you and your organisation in a hunt when my human companion travels to Britain to visit his mother. Alas, I am only able to give you my whole hearted support in your cause and will think of you as I enjoy the liberty granted by the Declaration of Independence.

This liberty is so strong that I can hunt Squirrels in Independence National Historical Park while my human companion is barred from exercising his right to carry a concealed handgun as enshrined in the Second Amendment!

The right for dogs to hunt squirrels is truly a God given right which no man shall infringe!

I remain yours truly,
Ms. Laci Boots