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My Ferocious Bassett Hound
by Jeff Marxen
Molly was about a year old and had just passed the point where she occasionally tripped over her ears when she ran. About that time I started taking her for walks. Each time we attempted to go a little further.
So today we would walk through our housing area and would attempt a distance of one mile. It was a beautiful spring day, the sun was shining, and we had a gentle northwest breeze. Molly was trotting along, enjoying the moment when all of a sudden we passed a fenced backyard that contained a Rottweiler. Through the pickets the big beast spied Molly and charged towards us. The small fence barely contained him as he attempted to get over it and get to my pup. He barked, snarled and growled. Molly turned and headed to the other side of the street as our walk continued.
Two days later we were headed in the same direction. However this time I made sure we passed on the other side of the street. As the monster saw us proceed he reenacted his ferocity of two days past. Molly suddenly stopped, turned, and stared at the dog. About five seconds later she charged the animal. I tried as hard as I could to restrain her but to no avail. As Molly approached the fence the Rottweiler stopped barking and looked confused. Molly then unleashed her own version of, "Do you want a piece of me?"
To add insult to injury she walked over to the end of the fence and urinated.
I laughed for the next block and a half.