You remind me of Ben, a rescued dog I acquired because his owner left him with me and fukt arf. That dog was fearless, but also totally adorable. He would belt down the garden barking at thunder and lightening, daring it to come round here upsetting his pals. He would let Rasta, my big black, wolf-like total softie Belgian Shepherd, greet anybody, but Ben would watch closely from half a pace back from Rasta's shoulder. People would be terrorised by Rasta and hardly notice Ben.... but Ben was the one who would bite them without a second thought if they put a foot wrong. He was the one I would grab if things turned sticky!
Wherever we went Rasta was the vanguard, proudly strutting in front, but Ben was always at the rear, keeping an eye on everyone's back, ready to run forward baring his huge teeth.
Ben is the only dog who ever bit me. A young woman was giving me verbal grief, shouting and screaming at me. Ben decided that he would bite her leg and I quickly got my leg in front of her in time to take the bite. Ben was appalled! He licked my leg and grumbled with his ears laid flat back on his head. He thought I was stupid. He could not know that, had he succeeded in biting that girl, he risked being put down and there would have been nothing I could have done to prevent it.
Ben was a cross-bred bully breed of some sort. Huge wide strong jaws but blessed with a deep chested sleek fast moving body shape. He loved to swim more than anything. He was Rasta's wing man, playmate and fight trainer. Ben was loved, even by the cat and the chickens but, most especially, by me.
that mouse - dog encounter is priceless. Dogs are the very best ! We just took a nap on the bed while it rained. I know she snores, and probably I do, too.
You force me to smile when my smile tank is empty.
You remind me of Ben, a rescued dog I acquired because his owner left him with me and fukt arf. That dog was fearless, but also totally adorable. He would belt down the garden barking at thunder and lightening, daring it to come round here upsetting his pals. He would let Rasta, my big black, wolf-like total softie Belgian Shepherd, greet anybody, but Ben would watch closely from half a pace back from Rasta's shoulder. People would be terrorised by Rasta and hardly notice Ben.... but Ben was the one who would bite them without a second thought if they put a foot wrong. He was the one I would grab if things turned sticky!
Wherever we went Rasta was the vanguard, proudly strutting in front, but Ben was always at the rear, keeping an eye on everyone's back, ready to run forward baring his huge teeth.
Ben is the only dog who ever bit me. A young woman was giving me verbal grief, shouting and screaming at me. Ben decided that he would bite her leg and I quickly got my leg in front of her in time to take the bite. Ben was appalled! He licked my leg and grumbled with his ears laid flat back on his head. He thought I was stupid. He could not know that, had he succeeded in biting that girl, he risked being put down and there would have been nothing I could have done to prevent it.
Ben was a cross-bred bully breed of some sort. Huge wide strong jaws but blessed with a deep chested sleek fast moving body shape. He loved to swim more than anything. He was Rasta's wing man, playmate and fight trainer. Ben was loved, even by the cat and the chickens but, most especially, by me.
😂 Best pictures! That be me flying through the air holding onto that lease as best as I can! Luv your prose as always.
that mouse - dog encounter is priceless. Dogs are the very best ! We just took a nap on the bed while it rained. I know she snores, and probably I do, too.
I love your voice
Delightful!
ARF . . .
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