My 15 pound fluff-muttly with his 120 pound big dog attitude decided he was going to ignore all my commands as he launched himself off the porch and ran full speed up the drive lane and through the yard (with his new cone of shame flopping about on his head), in guard dog mode, to meet Mawmaw as she drove up the lane.
They both nearly gave me a heart attack because he almost got under her back tire, and then finally after she came to a stop, she said "I saw something coming at me but didn't know what it was."
I should have asked her "How many furry, fluffy, four legged critters with a curly tail, wearing a big white plastic cone on their head live on this farm??"
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She has been through hell, so believe me when I say, fear her when she looks into a fire and smiles.
~E.Corona~