Gut Rumbles

September 28, 2004

little, yapping dogs

I'm a dog person. I don't like cats. But I ALSO don't like little, yapping dogs. Those stupid ankle-biting, noise-making little shits make me want to punt them like a football to see if I can make them spiral.

Recondo 32 put me in my place last Saturday when he said, "Smith, you know why you don't like little, yapping dogs? They remind you of YOU, you little yapping dog."

Maybe he has a point there.

I am not a big man. But I've always had a big mouth and a big ego. My daddy told me a long time ago that as long as my legs reached all the way to the ground, I was as tall as I needed to be. I believed what he told me and I've lived my life that way. I don't take a back-seat to some blustering gas-bag. I'm as good as anybody in this world and better than most.

Call that ego, or a little, yapping dog mentality if you want to, but that attitude has served me well through the years. I call it self-confidence, and I earned that shit the hard way, by doing what I had to do when I had to do it.

From football player, to editor of my high school newspaper, to barroom musician, to advertising copywriter, to a boss in a chemical plant, I always thought of myself as a Tall Dog, even if other people towered over me in size. "It ain't the size of the dog in the fight that counts. It's the size of the fight in the dog."

I always had a lot of fight in me. I'm not certain that I do anymore. I'm feeling kinda old and worn-out now.

Too many fights will do that to ya.


They may look weird but there ain't no more truculent, aggressive little dog than a chihuahua. Yo queiro dog analogies.
On the other hand, is there any more absurd concept than that of "stud Yorkie?"

Posted by: BlogDog on September 28, 2004 09:44 PM

Oh, I love little yapping dogs. They're especially good fricaseed (sp?) squirrel.

Posted by: Pammy on September 28, 2004 10:06 PM

I used to hate small dogs too. I worked in a dog kennel for a while and my opinions slowly changed. One day I had a Maltese following me to her run...and he ran around to every kennel door in the joint, chose the biggest dog she could find (a very large male Saint Bernard) and proceeded to taunt him. The Saint walked up to the kennel door...sniffed the little white furball in front of him and rolled over on his back in a submissive position.

I laughed my ass off, but that's where I fell in love with both breeds of dog. The Maltese is a ballsy breed of dog, but good at picking out what fights it's likely to win. The Saint has the ability to humor anyone into thinking they're in charge, when in fact, it's the other way around.

Posted by: Chablis on September 29, 2004 06:37 AM

You sure as hell ain't writing like it.

Posted by: MM on September 29, 2004 01:23 PM
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