“Mimi, I’m going to walk the dog.”
“Fine, Tom. Please put Tibor on his leash.”
Around the corner. “Come on, boy. Let’s ditch this stupid leash.” Unbound, Tibor, 30-pound Puli, gambols across yards, frisks in gathering darkness. A hulking German Shepherd appears, attacks. Chaos ensues. Tibor gives all, but death looms until Tom pulls him from the maelstrom.
“Good boy. You showed him.”
At home, Mimi examines her whimpering dog. “Look at these gashes. Poor darling. No leash, huh?
As the vet stitches, Tom appraises the situation: “I saved this guy’s curly ass.”
Tibor’s assessment: ”What ass got me hurt?”
“Fine, Tom. Please put Tibor on his leash.”
Around the corner. “Come on, boy. Let’s ditch this stupid leash.” Unbound, Tibor, 30-pound Puli, gambols across yards, frisks in gathering darkness. A hulking German Shepherd appears, attacks. Chaos ensues. Tibor gives all, but death looms until Tom pulls him from the maelstrom.
“Good boy. You showed him.”
At home, Mimi examines her whimpering dog. “Look at these gashes. Poor darling. No leash, huh?
As the vet stitches, Tom appraises the situation: “I saved this guy’s curly ass.”
Tibor’s assessment: ”What ass got me hurt?”
