The Bumpus' dogs at least had the decency to run out of the Parker's kitchen. Our canine lunatic fought my dad long and hard, and we all believed that he would have killed every one of us to get that turkey carcass back… that is, if he physically could have done so. As dogs go, he was a poor sport about such things.
Thirty-odd years later, my dad still defends the memory of that poodle (dad is an inveterate infracaninophile), while the rest of us just roll our eyes and laugh... and remind him of the "turkey incident."
Mr. niteowl77
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11/27/2014 8:21:11 AM PST by
niteowl77
(The five stages of Progressive persuasion: lecture, nudge, shove, arrest, liquidate.)