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Ratdogs

There are other dogs out there, which I categorize, risking the wrath of their owners, as rat dogs, that is, those dogs that could be confused with rats, which, of course, cause trouble when I am walking my three critters. For some reason, all three of my dogs want to play with the ratdogs. And I don't mean romping around with these tiny little mammals; I mean that my dogs want to run around with the ratdogs in their mouths and play keep-away and tug-of-war.

And the ratdog owners always have a grin on their pusses, as if they get some perverse pleasure from the encounter, my dogs trying to break free from their moorings. These ratdog owners shouldn’t be so smug and secure in such an encounter because some wimp-ass fucker might not be able to, or want to, hold back two hell-hound boxers and a crazed, snarling, drooling, single-minded beagle intent only on tracking the quarry.

What would they do, I wonder? Pick up little precious? And then what? Play tug-of-war? Heh-heh. Yeah, right.