Reply #20: LOL!

[juno jones]

The little guys can be so fierce!

We once spent several weeks buiding a portable ren-faire stage on someone's property near sac. The neighbors had several dogs, a pit bull and a fleet/gang/pack of 7 or 8 mini-daschunds (daschunii?). The pit bull started coming by to see us and we named him Morehead. His head outstripped his body and he could swallow his own ears when he smiled, which was all the time. The daschunds however were like pirhanas that could strip your carcass in seconds and leave naught but your bleaching bones. Mean little bastards who would attack as a pack. The ironic thing was that Morehead was the farm watch dog who was never given the attention (unless negative) or love of his owners, that was reserved for the yappy little bags of teeth who were constantly coddled and slept inside while he slept out in the yard.

Morehead became quite unhappy when we gathered up to leave. He sat with our stuff, like he was going with, and I guiltily admit, I sorta regret to this day that I didn't take him.