Matt Stonie (right) stopped Chestnut’s (left) bid for a ninth straight victory on Saturday. Stonie, who finished second last year, downed 62 hot dogs and buns. The 23-year-old competitor beat the 31-year-old Chestnut (both seen top right) by two dogs. 4th of July, Nathan’s Famous at Coney Island.
Nathan’s Beef Franks ingredients: Beef? Water, Contains 2% or less of Salt, Sorbitol, Sodium Lactate, Natural Flavoring, Sodium Phosphate, Hydrolyzed Corn Protein, Paprika, Sodium Diacetate, Sodium Erythorbate, Sodium Nitrite.
Which is why I buy my ‘non-preservative’ 99% beef/pork/game sausage’s at the local butchers farm shop. The only hot dogs allowed across the threshold of my humble abode are four legged ones – after a long walk! Yours_Aye.
IQ tests reveal pigs can outsmart dogs and chimpanzees…
Among other talents, pigs have excellent long-term memories
Well riddle me this… If they’re so smart, how come ‘they’ always end up in a sandwich, and not the dogs or chimps? Yours Aye.
Animal activists PETA demand Britain’s oldest pub change its name from ‘Ye Olde Fighting Cocks’ to ‘Ye Olde Clever Cocks’ to celebrate intelligent chickens.’ Activists have called on an eighth century pub to change its name from ‘Ye Olde Fighting Cocks’ to ‘Ye Olde Clever Cocks’ to reflect today’s compassion for animals.
Animal rights group PETA wants the St Albans pub to adopt a new name to ‘celebrate chickens as the intelligent, sensitive animals they are’. The pub, which is in the Guinness Book of Records as the UK’s oldest, has had its current name since 1872 due to its history of cock-fighting, a sport which was banned outright in England and Wales in 1835.
Landlord Mr Tofalli, who has been at the pub for more than three years, said he had a responsibility for preserving the history and the heritage of the ‘oldest pub in the country’ where Oliver Cromwell reputedly spent a night during the English Civil War. ‘We’re not changing the name for PETA or for anyone else.’ Click pics to enlarge
Huzza for the Landlord of ‘Ye Olde Fighting Cocks,’ and common bloody sense. Though I would dispute the claim to it being the ‘oldest pub in the country.’ That honour goes to ‘Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem – 1189 AD.’ The unusual name comes from Richard the Lionheart’s crusade against the Saracens who occupied the Holy Land. Crusaders stopped at the foot of Nottingham Castle rock for ale and refreshment before journeying on to Jerusalem. Yours Aye.
This morning at ‘bright and breezy-0-clock’ I walked the field with the three canine’s. Our dawn patrol takes that little bit longer now due to the rolling gait of Joss, who at the grand age of 12-years is entitled to tarry a while (13-years-old in August.) Not that it stops Nipper and Hannah from slicing back and forth through the thick long grass, chasing along the scent of rabbits that have long since taken cover within their burrows. Unbeknown to the accidental hybrid ‘Staffordshire Bull Terrier X Jack Russell,’ he and his two oppo’s were about to celebrate a birthday, as “Nipper of the North” is two years old today! During our perambulation three large beef sausages were left cooking in the oven – upon our return the aroma made me regret not placing a fourth one alongside for ‘yours truly.’ Yours Aye.
How Wolves Change Rivers – mother nature knows what she’s doing if we just leave her get on with it. In 1995, wolves were re-introduced into the Yellowstone National Park, after being wolf-free for 70 years. What naturalists and biologist never imagined, was that the most remarkable thing would take place. One day soon I will visit the same park… Yours Aye.
Trumpeter thrown during Household Cavalry’s annual ‘pre-inspection’ to make sure they’re ready to Troop the Colour in front of HM The Queen.In one of the Household Cavalry Mounted Regiment’s most important days of the year, it is inspected ahead of the ceremonial season. So spare a thought for this trumpeter who dramatically fell off his horse as the Regiment paraded in London’s Hyde Park today. They were undergoing an annual inspection in the capital to confirm their ability to conduct state ceremonial duties for the year. Some 160 mounted horses were paraded, accompanied by the mounted Band of the Life Guards and the Band of the Blues and Royals.They were inspected by the Major General – following rehearsals in recent days that saw the Regiment practise traditional formations. The highlight of the ceremonial season is the Queen’s Birthday Parade – also known as Trooping the Colour – held on a Saturday in June. The regiment has existed since 1660 and been based at Hyde Park Barracks in Knightsbridge for two centuries after moving there in 1795. It carries out reconnaissance duties in Afghanistan – and, as the Queen’s Life Guard, mounts a daily guard on Horse Guards Parade.
Good skills from the Trooper in question as he pulled his nag down to avoid it taking flight. As for the rest of the mounted ‘donkey wallopers’ – their discipline shone through, no doubt aided by a Sergeant Major growling; “Standfast! – Head and eyes to the front! – Ignore him showing off!” Yours Aye.
The Scottish Wildcat – Scotland’s forgotten cat; fewer than 100 remain… Far back in the history of Scotland, the earliest settlers told legends about wildcats so fierce they bested human champions, and worshipped them as forest spirits. Centuries later, clans formed together under the image of the wildcat and fought wars for the independence of the land. Today, as few as 100 remain in the wild, and the extinction of Britain’s last large mammal predator could come within the next few years.
“They’re shy, they’re clever, they move silently… and they would fight to the death for their freedom, they epitomise what it takes to be truly free I think” ~ “We don’t own the land, the wildcat owns the land as much as we do, the eagle owns its land it was here before we were, wildcat remains were found in Pleistocene deposits over 2 million years old, it co-existed with the mammoth, the cave lion, bear, wolf and lynx; they’re all extinct now but the wildcat is still clinging on.” Highland Tiger – The Scottish Wildcat…
Many years back as a serving Bootneck I ‘stepped out’ with a Scottish Wildcat, she was a stunning redhead green-eyed Jenny WREN Reservist by the name of Ailsa. The only woman I knew who could punch as hard as a mule could kick.
If I recall correctly – her first words gently whispered into my ear happened in the
Royal Marines School of Dancing ‘Club Cascades’ Plymouth: “Your coming home with me Royal!” It being the sort of place where those seeking adventure – ventured, until the wee hours.
True dit: Edinburgh; waiting in line for a taxi when a bloke tried to jump the queue, the stroppy jock took offence to being blocked and lashed out, slapping a young woman to the ground. The Scottish Wildcat stepped forward gracefully, and chopped him deftly on the nose, and down he followed – much to the merriment of the crowd. Although I much prefer canines to felines – I do have a soft spot for Scottish Wildcats… Yours Aye.
Purina dog food which US pet owners claim contains lethal toxins ‘that killed their dogs’ is still on sale in UK. Dog owners have been warned that their animals could be at risk from a popular brand of pet food which is at the centre of a multi-million-pound lawsuit.
Purina Beneful is accused of making dogs violently ill, causing seizures, kidney failure, sudden weight loss and even death. Distraught pet owners across North America are now suing Nestle, the brand’s owner, for $5 million (£3.3 million) over the ‘allegedly’ unsafe dry dog food.
Just spreading the word as received… Personally – my three canines thrive on each variety of James Wellbeloved. Yours Aye.
The Kroschel Wildlife Center is a unique, privately owned, family run operation. It’s not a zoo – it’s an experience. Steve Kroschel below with ‘Banff’ the Wolverine.
The Honey Badger may well be a stroppy little beast when cornered – but, the Wolverine powers ferocity up to a whole new level. They have even been recorded killing prey such as adult deer. Which made me ponder… “Hugh Jackman as Honey Badger’ Nah!
The Kroschel Wildlife Center, a unique, privately owned, family run operation. Wolverine’s –>
‘Lead scout’ had a long day chasing after crows, rabbits, pheasants, as well as patrolling the surrounding fields.
Five minutes to a bright winter sunset, and ‘casually’ stood to! Stood down – and going…
Sleep comes easy to those who work their tail off… Especially when they zig-zag two miles for each one I walk – today was a long walk. Yours Aye.
Unwanted dog abandoned at a train station with just a tray filled with water. A dog abandoned outside a train station with nothing but a takeaway tray of water appeared to be so sad at being cast aside – it almost looks as though he is crying… The black Staffordshire Bull Terrier-type dog was abandoned outside Eastbourne Railway Station, tied to the railing and left with just a small pot of water by his owner who fled in a taxi. A photo of the animal, looking forlorn, has been shared dozens of times on the internet with people calling for help for the ‘crying’ dog. The dog was found whining and pining for his owner after patiently waiting by the railing for more than an hour on February 11 – in the hope that he would return.
It’s easy to judge someone over such an action without knowing the full circumstances. This little chap looks well enough, though judging by the length of his claws I would say he’s not walked on hard ground too often. I would even go so far as to say he is a pure Staffie, and not crossed in any way. No doubt the publicity will gain him a good home pretty soon. There’s always room for one more within my humble abode… Yours Aye.
‘Please look down and see me, please don’t walk on by I’m cold and wet and hungry, I know not the reason why… I’m young, so young, and helpless, and tethered to this tree By a heartless previous owner whose anger fractured me…’
‘I promise not to howl, if just given one more chance Oh please look down and see me, just a sideways glance… Time has passed so slowly, since I cowered ‘neath’ this tree My warmth is fast disappearing, adding to my misery… My breed type works against me, I know not the reason why Please give me one more chance – I promise not to cry…’ ANON
Three of Britain’s biggest aquariums have come under fire for serving fish and chips in their restaurants – despite promoting conservation of marine life.
The National Marine Aquarium in Plymouth, The Deep in Hull and Blue Planet Aquarium, Cheshire, all received letters from animal rights charity, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA). “After inviting people to look on these glorious, fascinating animals in awe, it’s odd that your cafe then invites people to stick a fork in them.” The letters condemn the popular attractions for serving seafood, comparing it to ‘serving monkey nuggets at a zoo’.
Oh for pity’s sake – no wonder the organisation is constantly ridiculed (and rightly so!)
Thank Gawd it’s Thursday, because tomorrow is ‘fish & chips Friday’ and just like every Friday I’ll be having ‘guilt free’ fish & chips for supper…
Meet Hulk, the world’s biggest pit bull weighing in at an incredible 12-and-a-half stone (174lbs). The enormous hound is owned by Dark Dynasty K9s, from New Hampshire, which specialises in breeding some of the world’s most fearsome guard dogs. Hulk, who towers above his handlers when standing on his hind legs, has now become an internet star after footage of him uploaded to YouTube racked up around 1.1 million in just one week. Is this the world’s biggest pit-bull terrier?
I would humbly offer that ‘Hulk’ and his siblings derive from Mastiff x Pit-bull stock. The question is; “Where does he sleep?” ~ Answer: “Anywhere he bloody well wants too!” Yours Aye.
It was a dying request of wartime Prime Minister Winston Churchill that there should always be a marmalade cat called Jock living a ‘comfortable’ life at his former home. But the latest incumbent, Jock VI, has been banned from large parts of the house
Winston Churchill’s favourite spread on morning toast was MACKAYS The Dundee Orange ‘Marmalade.’ Yours Aye.
Armed to the teeth, a small group of brave wildlife rangers fighting to save elephants – from terrorists: A dramatic and very personal dispatch from the frontline of an increasingly bloody conflict against poachers funding Islamic fanatics.The author Evgeny Lebedev pictured with a group of armed wildlife rangers in Kenya
As African wildlife continues to be slaughtered, a group of conservationists are waging war on the terrorist poachers currently killing African elephants to fund their criminal activities. Rangers from protection charity Space for Giants armed with automatic rifles, night-vision goggles and closed-frequency radios, are engaged in a war with the poachers which has claimed the lives of 1,000 rangers in the past decade.Dramatic personal dispatch from the frontline on the increasingly bloody conflict against poachers funding fanatics…
* This year alone 36,000 elephants will be killed across the African continent:
* Demand for ivory across Asia’s burgeoning middle classes is increasing:
* African charity Space for Giants is armed to defend animals using force:
* Militarised conservation groups are engaging in firefight’s with poachers:
* Poachers include fanatics of Al-Shabaab and the Lord’s Resistance Army:
* Some 1,000 wildlife rangers have been killed in the past decade:
My ‘penny’ jar was emptied with the contents forwarded on to ‘Space for Giants,’ and there is more to follow on… Yours Aye.
The early morning ‘canine ablution’ perambulation was a mighty quick one this day, as the first deep frost of the year came as a shock to the system. It was quite obvious from their breakneck speed that each canine sought the warmth of their winter beds – from whence they came. I was more than happy to comply with their speedy exit as it was well below freezing… Fifteen minutes later I was sitting at my desk slurping scalding hot tea ‘Obama style’ (laid back in my ‘ezee’ chair with feet perched upon the desk) where I was joined by Nipper, who jumped onto the window ledge to follow my gaze outdoors. All appeared well with the world; unfortunately my view of the large wood-pigeon flying towards the window was fully obstructed by Nipper, who in turn was eyeing up a rabbit below.Under normal circumstances this type of heavy feathered bomber would veer off and avoid the triple glazing of my humble abode – ‘it being the only humble abode for miles around.’ But this morning’s inbound ‘Columba palumbus’ must have suffered an onboard processor malfunction, as it crashed bang-smack into the window – a classic Looney Tune collision! Which prompted Nipper to leap off the window ledge in shock, where he continued a wall of death charge around the office and promptly landed atop my chest. I in turn emptied the full cup of tea onto my lap – then also leapt up in shock to sprint around the office – dropping my jeans around my ankles en-route (whilst wailing like a screaming banshee.) Shuffling ‘at the double’ towards the shower, I quickly tore the hose from off the shower head and sprinkled down my nether regions. The effect was immediate, cooling, and blissful…
‘Columba palumbus’ survived the impact and tarried a while, it continued with its flight program ten minutes later. Just another morning of shock and awe in East Yorkshire… Yours Aye.