The other day, while walking Faith on the fourth outing that day, we encountered a dog which wanted to talk some trash.  Much more, the dog was convinced that his balance was sufficient to cover the checks his ass was writing.

Faith maneuvered herself so that I would receive the vanguard of the attack.  All I did was to stomp my worn Brooks running shoe on the ground and yell ‘YAAAA’.  This was meant to get the dog’s attention.

The dog ran into the previously stomped leg and discontinued his attack.

After hearing my barbaric yawp, the dog’s owner had an epiphany and came to retrieve his four legged friend.  He took that dog back to his yard and apologized.

“No big deal.”  I responded.  It was an honest mistake and no harm had been done.

Had it been a few years earlier and I had been walking Hope, it would have been another story.

I don’t relish dealing with what Hope would have done in that situation.

Today, April 20th, marks 2 years since we had to say goodbye.

I sure to miss that dog.