I met this dog while walking and the only thing I had to protect me from its slashing teeth was my camera. I shoved the camera between the dog's snout and my tender flesh and just kept shooting.
Now I am tired. Not because of this dog. I am just tired. I need some sleep. Can't get any.
The first time I met this dog, it bit me. The next time I encountered it, its woman was outside, to call it back. "Don't worry about the dog," she reassured me, "she's really just a gentle sweetheart. Wouldn't hurt anybody. She's a real pussycat."
Look, lady, I know pussycats, and this dog is no pussycat!
I am going to take a break, but I will be back Sunday night. So you all come back, too, now.
That's how we say it in Wasilla, Alaska, home of those maverick Kracker Cats. "You all come back now." That's northern talk. Come back and visit the Kracker Cats. Not even this dog can drive them away. They are all napping, but they will back.