Cool story.
What’s driving me nuts is I can’t remember the dog’s name. Probably recall it at 2am tonight. Sure he’s passed since then, and lost track of that friend.
Was about 120 lbs of calm obedient love. (The lapdog thing was a game we played, but he’d get right down if told.)
Irish Wolfhounds really are why there aren’t any wolves left in Ireland. (Except I read some idiocy about reintroducing them. Wonder if they did. Stooooopid idea.) One of the Ceasar’s got a set as a gift and had them kill bears and lions in the Colliseum. So the pitbull - decent size, I’d guess 60 lbs, my bet was a cross with a rotty - didn’t stand much of a chance. Neither would the banger have, even if armed...