The Case of the Raging Rottweiler. John R. Erickson
“Son, never forget that it isn’t the size of the dog in the fight that matters. It’s the size of the fog in the dog. He’s big, Drover, but also slow and dumb, very dumb. Oh, and we happen to know that he’s scared of cats.”
The pitiful, beaten, humiliated Bruiser heard this. His head shot up and he glared back at me. “What did you just say?”
Drover let out a gasp. “Hank, shhh, he’s listening.”
“Relax, son, I’ll handle this.” I raised my voice so that the little wimp of a rottweiler could hear. “I said you’re slow and dumb. I said you’re nothing but a scaredy cat who’s scared of cats. I said you walk like a fat duck. What do you think of that?”
He lunged against the chain and exposed a mouthful of . . . my goodness, for a spineless little weenie, he had some huge teeth. “Why, I oughta break your neck!”
I gave him a pleasant smile. “Yes, but you had your chance and you didn’t get it done. Do you know why? Because . . .”
Drover was about to have a stroke. “Hank, shhhhh!”
“Because you fight like a fat duck. Oh, you’re pretty tough when it comes to beating up baby deer, but put you in the ring with the Head of Ranch Security and you stink.”
He lunged at me again, and this time I could feel his hot breath on my face. I ignored him and went right on. “In fact, you stink twice—once for fighting like a fat duck and once for your breath, which smells like garbage.”
Drover was moaning and rolling his eyes. “Hank, don’t do this!”
Bruiser’s eyes were flaming now. “Listen, stupid, if I ever get off this chain, I’m gonna finish what I started.”
“Oh yeah? Well, bring a sack lunch, fatso, ’cause it’s liable to take you a couple of days. See you around, and don’t ever set foot on my ranch again.”
Joe and Mister Big Talker got into the cab of the pickup and drove off. As they pulled away from the house, Bruiser was glaring at me with eyes filled with meanness and hatred.
I turned to Drover. “Well, one riot, one cowdog. Too bad you were hiding under the pickup. You missed all the fun.”
He was shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “I don’t think you should have said all those things.”
“Why? Hey, it served him right, and besides, we’ll never see him again.”
Those turned out to be famous last words.
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