rburg
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Back in the 1990s, me'n ole Spot were in prime condition. Every day we'd go for a hike. He loved me getting the leash and taking him out for a couple of hours. But we'd been attacked more than a few times so I carried a cane. One day a dog came out of his garage, across his lawn and the street and wanted a bite of each of us. So I broke the cane right over its head. In all fairness, I hit it as hard as I could. And ole Spot loved the distraction it provided so he lunged forward and bit the dog, just for good measure.
Of course the owner had been watching and came out yelling. And I wasn't in a laughing mood, so I told him to get his dog back on his property. He started to give me some lip, so I told him I'd shove the now broken cane right up where the sun don't shine. Then I turned and walked away. Had I been carrying, I'd have considered shooting the other dog.
But I'd have been busted had I done that. No laws against discharging a cane that I know of. Pick your weapon wisely. You may have to use it.
Usually around here the shots fired are at vermin, like Caje's possum. One of the most vile creatures to inhabit our fine city. Worse even than the hillbillies and their black brothers. So when one decided to raid my garbage, I'd just shoot it. A dead possum is a good one. And since they usually come out at night, it presents a terrible problem for the overworked cops. The first indication of a problem is the shot itself. Then the lawbreaker goes back inside quietly. No lights turned on, no real evidence of what happened except a dead critter. And its usually out back where no one goes to look.
In fact, the only one who usually knows other than me (the shooter) is my buddy and neighbor. And he's polite and waits a few days to ask what it was that riled me up the other night. No reason to bear a lion in its den.
Of course the owner had been watching and came out yelling. And I wasn't in a laughing mood, so I told him to get his dog back on his property. He started to give me some lip, so I told him I'd shove the now broken cane right up where the sun don't shine. Then I turned and walked away. Had I been carrying, I'd have considered shooting the other dog.

Usually around here the shots fired are at vermin, like Caje's possum. One of the most vile creatures to inhabit our fine city. Worse even than the hillbillies and their black brothers. So when one decided to raid my garbage, I'd just shoot it. A dead possum is a good one. And since they usually come out at night, it presents a terrible problem for the overworked cops. The first indication of a problem is the shot itself. Then the lawbreaker goes back inside quietly. No lights turned on, no real evidence of what happened except a dead critter. And its usually out back where no one goes to look.
