BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 187
like they had some shepherd in them. One was white with shepherd ears, the other was
black with floppy ears. Thug had chewed the holy hell out of both dogs at different
times, two or three times apiece. He simply couldn‟t stand to see a dog walking all alone
in his neighborhood. Didn‟t fit with his rules.
These two mutts never had a chance to learn about the leash rule, so they thought
they had an ass kickin‟ coming if they even made an appearance anywhere near Thug‟s
house. The kids who owned those dogs would try to take them for a walk, but the dogs
would actually lean back until their paws skidded on the cement to avoid coming past.
Thug would lay there on the porch watching. Those animals were scared shitless.
The moment they were past the midpoint, instead of dragging back, they were pulling the
kids on the leash to get the hell out of there before that crazy black bastard watching them
from the porch came over and killed „em.
One day there was a set-up. Some kids came walking north on our street, on the
far side, with a big white dog. He also had pointy ears, and some other shepherd features,
but he was bigger. A hundred twenty pounds, or more.
It was hot, so I was in a rocking chair on the front porch with a Coke.
Those kids started talking to me, asking how tough my dog was.
I assured „em he was a helluva lot tougher than what they had, and they‟d save
their dog a severe ass kicking if they just took him home. Since this was a set-up, they
played their roles well. They cast all kinds of insults my way, about Thug, me, my Mom,
my car, you name it.
Finally, I bit. I‟d really had all their shit I wanted to take, so I came off the porch
and Thug followed me. I told „em to let their dog loose, and they did.
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