A few years ago I had a loveable big black Newfoundland (before the big brown one in my avatar). I was in the local park, he was on his lead, and we were both enjoying our walk.
A little snarling, snapping, bad tempered Westie came rat running across an latched onto my Newfies neck. Fortunately newfies have a huge thick mane and he barely noticed this little white furball ripping away at his throat. In fact, he continued to plod on throguh the grass with this little demon latched on, with barely a glimpse.
Hilariously, the old bat that was supposed to be its carer, wandered over to me wagging her walking stick and demanding that I control that 'brute of a dog' I was with.
I felt like drop kicking the westie to the far side of the park, but could barely breath for laughing.
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