UPDATED *its done!*Our buyer wants to bury their dead dog in our garden

sammyjammy

I did laugh, but i have to feel for the dog and the fish, they are the real victims here. I cannot believe you have you let this happen, the poor fish will all die and what have they done wrong nothing.

I think they took you for a mug and if I was your partner I'd have gone out too!

Yorkie1

It's all gone very quiet ... do you think they've fallen into the hole?

JanCee

OP would love to post but they are busily stuffing the dog into his freezer. He is now having to find a home for several koi carp and rapidly defrosting burgers, sausages and petit pois.

Valli

kazwookie wrote: »

Hammer and chisel!!! :eek::eek:

When I took my pond out last year, I ended up with an industrial kango jack hammer thing & jenny, and a very nice 25 - 30 year old man :j:jfrom one of my contractors to do the job and then it still took him 3 or 4 days, and he was 'fit' after I had spent a week messing around with a sledge hammer!!

I hope you know what you are doing allowing them to do this, what has your solicitor said??

ooo I remember that!
*drool*

Procrastinator333

I have just seen this thread. Not read 14 pages, so if covered apologies.

I also don't know why the fish are involved now.

My advice - Let them bury the dog. Then call them the next day and add £2k to the price.

henpecked1

I can't believe I am just about to type what has happened in the past hour

The mother (our buyer) turned up and went out to the back with her hubby and what I now guess isnt her daughter but stepdaughter as SD called SM by name rather than "mum".

They both went out to the car and after laying out a blanket rolled out the dog. I stood at the window as three grown people gingerly grabbed three ends of the blanket and brought the dog in.

They didnt take their shoes off which annoyed me and proceeded t bring in the dog resting on the blanket with the bag still over its head (i had to stop myself from laughing). I asked them what breed the dog was and they told me it was an irish wolf hound who was put down by the vet in the boot of the car.

I wouldnt say the dog smelt but there was a strange odour.

They took the dog out to the garden and i left them to it. The guy went to his car and brought in 2 sacks of compost (stuff you use the plant tomatoes in)

They all congregated in the garden and were menouvering the dog into the hole. I discretely went upstairs to look out through the curtains and saw there was no way the dog was going in the hole.

To out it bluntly, his front paws were poking out of the top and his back leg out of the bottom. they tried carefully to bend him in but the dog wasnt having it. They took the bag off its head and looked at it for ten minutes.

The mother came in and thanked me for my efforts today. She told me that the hole wasnt big enough and would I mind them coming back tomorrow evening to make a bigger hole when there is more daylight. I nearly fell down on the spot.

I pointed out that I had been very fair today and had to rehome the fish to the bath. Her father lives locally and she called him to see whether he will take the fish as he has a sunken bath on the garden. She went to pick him up and I went into the garden to look at the situation.

The daughter asked if there was something they could use to cover the dog's face, like a tea towel. At this point, they could see I was brimming over but I managed to find an old peg bag in the shed. The father (our buyer) said that it wouldnt be possible to bury the dog and that he would have to bring a drill back with him to dig up the concrete and would it be possible to leave the dog overnight.

I told them that whilst I appreciated their distress, it was now 9.30pm getting dark and I am doing this for relatve strangers. So I suggested rather than leave the dog layed ina hole all night, they could use the shed. So the dog is now in the shed.

At 9.45pm we are all sat in the living room drinking more of my tea waiting for the grandfather to turn up to collect the fish. He turns up (shoes kept on) and produces three tupperware tubs

I took him to the bathroom where he complimented me on the size of the fish before wresting with them to put them in the tupperware boxes. There is now mud/slime all up the laura ashley tiles and the bath plug is blocked with debris and leaves etc.

To get rid of them I suggested the fish ought to go somewhere asap and I have agreed for them to come back tomorrow at 6pm. It was agreed that should they not be able to perform the burial tomorrow, they would take the dog away and bury him somewhere else (as they could see how I was)

As they were walking out of the door, the Mrs comes back. She blanks me, says hi to the buyers and proceeds straight to the back garden to smoke and sees the dead dog in the shed (as the door was still open). She comes back in, yells something I am not repeating about her mums peg bag and locks herself in the bathroom which starts an argument over the state of it.

I have just spent 15 minutes up to my elbows in slimy stuff in the bath cleaning it, bagging up the grime and bleaching the whole room. The bath stinks like a fishery and tomorrow the shed will smell like god knows what.

I think tomorrow I am going to contact the solicitor and run by him what has happened today.

<sebb>

It was kind of, nearly, funny at first. But I think the joke has run it's course...

LillythePink

Well, this is something you really don't hear about every day!

Solicitor should have been today not tomorrow

You now have a dead dog in your shed and no real proof of how it got there!

Sweet dreams!

Emmzi

agreed, this one has run its course.

pics (of the pond, squishy garden and your laura ashley tiles, not the shed contents) or it didn't happen.

eschaton

henpecked1 wrote: »

I can't believe I am just about to type what has happened in the past hour

The mother (our buyer) turned up and went out to the back with her hubby and what I now guess isnt her daughter but stepdaughter as SD called SM by name rather than "mum".

They both went out to the car and after laying out a blanket rolled out the dog. I stood at the window as three grown people gingerly grabbed three ends of the blanket and brought the dog in.

They didnt take their shoes off which annoyed me and proceeded t bring in the dog resting on the blanket with the bag still over its head (i had to stop myself from laughing). I asked them what breed the dog was and they told me it was an irish wolf hound who was put down by the vet in the boot of the car.

I wouldnt say the dog smelt but there was a strange odour.

They took the dog out to the garden and i left them to it. The guy went to his car and brought in 2 sacks of compost (stuff you use the plant tomatoes in)

They all congregated in the garden and were menouvering the dog into the hole. I discretely went upstairs to look out through the curtains and saw there was no way the dog was going in the hole.

To out it bluntly, his front paws were poking out of the top and his back leg out of the bottom. they tried carefully to bend him in but the dog wasnt having it. They took the bag off its head and looked at it for ten minutes.

The mother came in and thanked me for my efforts today. She told me that the hole wasnt big enough and would I mind them coming back tomorrow evening to make a bigger hole when there is more daylight. I nearly fell down on the spot.

I pointed out that I had been very fair today and had to rehome the fish to the bath. Her father lives locally and she called him to see whether he will take the fish as he has a sunken bath on the garden. She went to pick him up and I went into the garden to look at the situation.

The daughter asked if there was something they could use to cover the dog's face, like a tea towel. At this point, they could see I was brimming over but I managed to find an old peg bag in the shed. The father (our buyer) said that it wouldnt be possible to bury the dog and that he would have to bring a drill back with him to dig up the concrete and would it be possible to leave the dog overnight.

I told them that whilst I appreciated their distress, it was now 9.30pm getting dark and I am doing this for relatve strangers. So I suggested rather than leave the dog layed ina hole all night, they could use the shed. So the dog is now in the shed.

At 9.45pm we are all sat in the living room drinking more of my tea waiting for the grandfather to turn up to collect the fish. He turns up (shoes kept on) and produces three tupperware tubs

I took him to the bathroom where he complimented me on the size of the fish before wresting with them to put them in the tupperware boxes. There is now mud/slime all up the laura ashley tiles and the bath plug is blocked with debris and leaves etc.

To get rid of them I suggested the fish ought to go somewhere asap and I have agreed for them to come back tomorrow at 6pm. It was agreed that should they not be able to perform the burial tomorrow, they would take the dog away and bury him somewhere else (as they could see how I was)

As they were walking out of the door, the Mrs comes back. She blanks me, says hi to the buyers and proceeds straight to the back garden to smoke and sees the dead dog in the shed (as the door was still open). She comes back in, yells something I am not repeating about her mums peg bag and locks herself in the bathroom which starts an argument over the state of it.

I have just spent 15 minutes up to my elbows in slimy stuff in the bath cleaning it, bagging up the grime and bleaching the whole room. The bath stinks like a fishery and tomorrow the shed will smell like god knows what.

I think tomorrow I am going to contact the solicitor and run by him what has happened today.

Joke or no joke, this thread has really brightened up a dull place today :rotfl: