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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 186
belly, and growl menacingly. He purely threatened that dog with some perilous future if
he ever dared break the rules again. Then, with an unmistakable mark of disdain, Thug
would raise his leg and piss all over that dog‟s belly and chest. He‟d walk a few feet
away, use his back paws to toss some grass and twigs on the pile of shit he just left, and
strut on home.
A class act all the way to the end.
He only weighed about seventy pounds, standing maybe 24” at the shoulder, but I
never saw a dog he couldn‟t whip. Some people from two blocks down the street had a
huge St. Bernard weighing over two-hundred pounds. They brought him past our house a
few times on a leash.
Thug had his rules, as I said. If a dog was on a leash, he did nothing. It was as if
the dog was on his own property, „cause he had a human with him. Well, these people let
go of the leash one day when they stopped to talk with someone. I watched Thug, and he
saw it right away. However, he didn‟t do anything until the St. Bernard wandered off on
his own and stopped to take a dump.
Thug shot off that porch like a greyhound. He hit that huge dog, about three times
his size, and knocked the animal over so it rolled. Before it could regain its feet, Thug
was biting him all over the place. The owner was screaming his head off, but the St.
Bernard managed to get to his feet and took off like his ass was on fire. I watched Thug
chase him for about a block, biting him on the ass and the back of his legs. I don‟t know
if it was the dog‟s refusal, or the owner‟s fear, but I never saw that dog again.
There were two other dogs, both around a hundred pounds each, at the far south
end of our block. Almost to Willow Street. Both were mixed breeds, but they looked
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