The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
. . . it’s the size of the fight in the dog, as Mark Twain put it. Shamelessly stolen borrowed from C. W. Swanson:
I bet that dog was preening like mad as it trotted back to its owner. “I showed ’em who’s boss!”
Peter
Thanks for starting my day off with a chuckle!
ROTF! Good one!
And he was the boss. A bone for Fido!
Those are sea lions, but Yee Haa, that dog caught 'em off guard. A mean one would kill the dog. They aint no pussies. Be careful.
That dog would have free dog treats for life and keys to the city in Astoria.
And free irish coffee forever in San Francisco. Once the seals move on your dock, your pucked.
Have a little foundling mutt that weighs maybe 15 lbs. One day she went after the neighbor's bull, that weighs about 1500, because it had gotten out and was in HER yard. And yeah, she strutted around for weeks after that!
I remember seeing an armada of ducks shooing a few hundred seals off a beach.