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The Trip to DogCon 3: Day 3, Part 2, In which we arrive in Montana and my furry children unleash righteous anger upon the unjust.
(Note: All comments by Flash are in italics)
After a short stop in the town of Lolo to visit my cousin Lulu, her daughter Leelee and their dog Lala, we got to Missoula around 2:30. After getting set up, I took the girls & Flash to the KOA dog park for a little running about. About 10 minutes after we got there, a group of teenage rednecks showed up with a pit bull that looked to weigh about 90 pounds.
This pitbull almost immediately took to following Lucy and trying to sniff her butt. Now, Lucy is a very timid dog with socialization issues, so she was pretty scared. I told the kid to call off his dog, but he just laughed.
Next thing you know, the pitbull tried to hump Lucy. Flash and Winker went nuts. Now, I knew that Flash was a tough and protective little guy, but the Winkerdog has never ever shown a bit of agression. In fact, she is about the sweetest & mellowest & friendliest dog I’ve ever seen. But not yesterday, no sir.
In a hot second, Flash was all over that pitbull like a tiger striped tornado and Winker, showing an amazing sense of tactical maneuvers, bit the pitbull on the balls. The poor pit didn’t know what to do. He was being shredded from both ends.
At that point, Redneck Jimmy decided to dive in and stop the very one sided fight. His friends were unable to help him, due to laughing too hard. A good thing, too, because Winker and Flash transferred their anger to him. (at which point, the pitbull ran off, yiping & bleeding)
At one point, the kid managed to grab Flas by the tail, but then Lucy dove in and bit him on the ear. After letting the critters play “Fuck Up The Redneck” for another minute, then I called them off.
The kid threatened to call the cops, but decided otherwise when I pointed out that he and his 90 pound dog had been totally owned by a 6 pound cat and two basset hounds, one of which only has one eye. I suppose the fact that I weighed twice what he did also factored into it.
After that, I took the critters back to the bus where it was hot dogs and tuna for dinner. We humans went out for window shopping, steak dinners and drinks at a cowboy bar.
Today, we are just hanging out in Missoula. More bloggage later.
I don’t know that pitbull’s name, but from now on, I’ll always remember him as “Winker’s Bitch”. Go anhead and fuck with my sister!
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