[sly]Yep, that was Butch's trait as well.
I came home late one day.
Butch, as usual, greeted me with great joy and anticipation. A great friendly dog, but he just laid out in the yard while a couple of Strays did the damage to my Chickens and Rabbits.
We set out traps and got the strays.
To this day, I dont know why I let that boy keep Butch.
On Watch dogs.
That boy married and moved out into the Bush. They had a big Chow named Fozzie.
We went out to visit, and our two little grandaughters ran out to the Pickup to greet us. So excited.
"Fozzie doesn't like Bears" the five yr old says.
Holy cow, I thought, I wonder what the story behind this is?
The kid kept a Trailer in the yard for houshold garbage.
The little girls were playing on the swing set when a Bear (Grizz) came out of the woods to check into the Garbage.
Fozzie, probably percieving a threat to the little girs, tore into the Bear.
The Bear ran in panic. Leaving the trail of Soupy Poopy which is pretty normal for scared Bears.
Fozzie doing his best to catch the Bear.
The both ran head long, right through the swingset.
The trail of Soupy Poopy told the tale.
The little girls were OK, it was too quick to be frightening for them, but it was a little exciting for me and Mamaw!
Yeah, we like Fozzie. (it was really Fonzerllie, after the guy on Happy Days, but the little girls couldn't say that)
Boy, dont these winter blah's conjure up a million ways to hijack a thread?[
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