I want to get a dog but I have to work, how does everyone on broadway market do it ?

Bit of a day today....

I'm on holiday on Exmoor and was walking my lot along Bossington beach when my youngest lab, Murphy, started shaking his head violently. I thought he had something stuck between his teeth but no, it was a discarded double hook fishing rig with bait intact that he'd picked up. One hook was embedded firmly in his tongue, the line was wrapped around his leg and the other hook was flailing around. It was a mile and a half back to the vehicle, I have no idea about the local vets and that left me with limited choices.

I grabbed hold of the poor bugger, disentangled the line from his leg, praying that the other hook stayed free of him (and me) and burned through the line with a lighter just above the flailing hook. So far so good, but the remaining hook was still central in his tongue and beyond the barb, it was about a size 1/0, 2" long.

I wouldn't recommend this, but I decided to remove the hook myself, I have fished all my life and have had to remove hooks from myself so I know how much it hurts. We both had to trust each other, him implicitly because I haven't let him down before and me because I had both hands in a mouth that could easily lessen my finger count. The long and short of it is that the hook was out in about a minute, which is sometimes a lifetime.

Murphy was happy immediately, his tongue stopped bleeding within 10 minutes and he was completely back to himself by the time we walked back. Maybe I should have taken him to the vet once I'd found one, but the thought of a half hour walk with a fucking great hook working its way deeper, plus the trauma of the drive, vet visit and inevitable general anaesthetic outweighed this.

I needed a couple of pints at the nearest pub to calm down and now at 11pm still have a stress headache and a rational urge to find and maim a thoughtless cunt.