Post by rtst1524 on Aug 30, 2004 23:41:13 GMT -5
I walked into a bar one night and I couldn't help notice at the end of the bar was this throne (something out of a Camelot movie). On the throne sat this huge, ugly and dangerously mean German Shepard.
I asked the bar tender whats up with the dog on the throne. He said "that my friend is the meanest, badest dog in the whole world. He has had hundreds of challenges and has never lost a fight. So, he gets the honor of sitting on the throne."
"So," I said, "if I bring my dog in and he whips this dog, then he gets to sit on the throne?"
The bar tender said "yep thats right. But take it from me, if you love your dog don't bring him in - this dog is a real killer".
I looked at the bar tender, "my dog would love to sit on that throne and share a few beers with me. I'll bring him in tomarrow." The bartender warned me again. I finished my beer and left.
The next night I came in the door with my little yellow dog. Ugly little pooch but he was my pride and joy. When I exclaimed to the whole bar that we were there to claim the throne there was a burst of laughter that must have lasted hour. The bartender also laughing warned me again and suggested I take my little yellow dog home before he got hurt. I said "nope, we will claim what is rightfully ours." So we all headed to the ally.
We got to the ally and put the dogs to fighten. Oh my God it was the most awful thing you ever saw. Fur and blood flew as if it were being shot out of a cannon. The knarling and growling - it was not a pretty sight. When silence finally feel in the ally and the dust and blood settled, there sat the little yellow dog. The German Shepard was in a dozen pieces - a few even gone all together.
The crowd and bar tender were in shock as my little yellow dog took his earned place on the throne. I ordered a beer. The bar tender asked as he sat the beer in front of me, "I've have never seen anything like that before - what kind of dog did you say that was?" "Well," I replied, "before I cut off his tail and painted him yellow- he was an alligator."
I asked the bar tender whats up with the dog on the throne. He said "that my friend is the meanest, badest dog in the whole world. He has had hundreds of challenges and has never lost a fight. So, he gets the honor of sitting on the throne."
"So," I said, "if I bring my dog in and he whips this dog, then he gets to sit on the throne?"
The bar tender said "yep thats right. But take it from me, if you love your dog don't bring him in - this dog is a real killer".
I looked at the bar tender, "my dog would love to sit on that throne and share a few beers with me. I'll bring him in tomarrow." The bartender warned me again. I finished my beer and left.
The next night I came in the door with my little yellow dog. Ugly little pooch but he was my pride and joy. When I exclaimed to the whole bar that we were there to claim the throne there was a burst of laughter that must have lasted hour. The bartender also laughing warned me again and suggested I take my little yellow dog home before he got hurt. I said "nope, we will claim what is rightfully ours." So we all headed to the ally.
We got to the ally and put the dogs to fighten. Oh my God it was the most awful thing you ever saw. Fur and blood flew as if it were being shot out of a cannon. The knarling and growling - it was not a pretty sight. When silence finally feel in the ally and the dust and blood settled, there sat the little yellow dog. The German Shepard was in a dozen pieces - a few even gone all together.
The crowd and bar tender were in shock as my little yellow dog took his earned place on the throne. I ordered a beer. The bar tender asked as he sat the beer in front of me, "I've have never seen anything like that before - what kind of dog did you say that was?" "Well," I replied, "before I cut off his tail and painted him yellow- he was an alligator."