Again, what you say rings truth. I guess I never thought about it like that. I always figured I was top dog and I had to let the other one know I was ready to go.
Yer shaking up my whole world here Salamander ;)
I don’t want to hurt nobody’s animule. I’ve just always had to figure I was going to end up on top of a fight. Back when I lived in Arkansas I would carry a bottle of vinegar on my bike when I was out and about. It usually worked, but one time I squeezed the whole thing in some old yard dog’s face and he barely blinked. After that I carried ammonia in that yellow bottle. I never had to use it because my tactics of fearlessness worked. Not that I am fearless, but it is a good shirt to wear in the country.
Here in the city, I haven’t run across a dog that wanted any beyond a firm stare and some choice vocals. It is the owners I am more concerned about. I don’t want to bust a cap on somebody’s dog, but I don’t figure to let one tear me to pieces either. I’ll chew (!?!) on the advice you have put to me. Sounds like right, I may have to reunderstimate my own place in the food chain. I’m too old to get myself into a dogfight.
“Yer shaking up my whole world here Salamander ;)”
Shaking up everybody’s whole world is a dirty job, sir, but somebody has to do it...LOL