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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 188
He came at us right away, as I‟d expected. What saved my dog was the timing.
The other participants weren‟t quite yet in place, and Thug did his part quicker
than anyone might‟ve expected. He hit that big white dog like a freight train, knocked
him on his back, and had the poor son-of-a-bitch all chewed to hell in about fifteen
seconds. It was bleeding all over, its ears were in tatters, and it finally just laid there
whining while Thug made his threats.
After he pissed all over the damned thing, then scooped leaves and grass on it,
Thug came proudly prancing across the street to me. That‟s when I saw the latecomers.
Four LBs, kids in their late teens from down by Consumer‟s Power, were hiding
behind a huge bush on the corner. As Thug headed my way, they unloosed a huge
Doberman, at least a hundred twenty pounds, on my boy.
The Dobie attacked as they usually do, without a sound. He was headed at a very
fast trot to intersect Thug in the middle of the street. I‟ll never know why I used those
words, but I hollered, “Thug, get that ring-tailed son-of-a-bitch!” as I pointed to the
oncoming Doberman.
My boy never hesitated, not even half a step. He threw his left leg across his
chest, like a quarter horse does when it quarters on you, and he was at top speed in only a
few feet. They collided at the chests and raised up, their faces slashing and gnashing,
feral sounds that would make your blood curdle rolling from slathering jaws. I couldn‟t
believe how either dog could be so vicious, as I‟d never seen Thug be that savage, and I
wondered how either could withstand all that violence.
Thug opened some terrible slashes on the Dobie, then practically tore off an ear.
When he bit down on a foreleg, which I suspect he broke, the Doberman called it off and
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