After watching the Cats play today, I couldnt but help to think about the dog I had before Ringo, whose name was Jack. Jack wasnt very big, but he was feisty. I remember we once went over to a Raywick farm to pick up hay wagons and 2 huge dogs came running out towards us as we were hooking up the wagons. Jack bristled up , started barking and met them half way. By the time I got to them, the 2 big dogs each had a hold of Jack and were having a tug of war between them, with Jack being the rope. As I whooped the big dogs off Jack and packed him back to the truck, he was still wanting to get back down and tackle them again. I told him that he had better learn how to count and know the difference between a big dog and one that he could handle. He looked me straight in the eye and said, It dont matter how many there is or how big they are, because Im gonna whoop them all ,anyway! I think the Cats have tuned into that same fighting spirit. GO CATS!
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 03:02:37 +0000
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