Be a lover not a fighter

Turns out that Big Red can kick my butt. 

From the first meeting I tried to pull off my alpha dog routine on the big guy, I raised my hackles, I gave him my best guttural growl and mad dogged him all over the property. 

Red was totally unfazed by all my posturing and in fact dismissed my overtures as an attempt to play.

Red loves a ball, any ball in fact he has them stashed all over the road. When you drive up the windy road to the property you see tennis balls in the weirdest places, some on the road some off the road but all left strategically in case he should need one to plop at a humans feet. 

He is a really mellow guy and I finally figured out he is not only not going to fight me but he is a very good guy to have on your side. 

You pinkies know how that is, some people it's just best to have as friends instead of adversaries. Everything was going pretty smoothly, I had figured out all my nipping and growling was to no avail, it was in fact a waste of energy.

Then Buttercup walked into Boss Hogs kitchen with Red at her side. I didn't know she was coming up and I was very upset that Red was escorting her, so upset I lost my cool and lunged at Red and actually bit him on his haunch.

This my friends was a big mistake he outweighs me by

50lbs he has about 3 feet on me in height and  length and he had no idea why I was being such a jerk. One swift move of his Rastafarian head and he put my head in his mouth and a nice hole in my ear, it hurts.

If you plan on fighting the biggest guy in the bar, think twice, Bones has learned this lesson the hard way many times in his drinking days and I learned it the hard way the other night. 

Speaking of taking a beating I was in another car accident I haven't told you about. Just as Bones and I were settling in to our new situation we went downtown to eat with Buttercup as a celebration. Bones parked his cherry Camry on the street and I settled in for a nice nap. This car was sweet, he scored it from Meg's Mom Susan for a great price and it was the perfect reliable car for our journeys up and down the hill. 

Ironically Buttercup and Bones were having a deep conversation about drama in ones life as they ate their breakfast.
Buttercup is not a fan of drama and wondered if Bones life would ever be free of all his trials and tribulations, of course he reassured her all things would now go smoothly. 

Bones she said looking out the window  of the restaurant, the police have the street blocked off.

Yea they had it blocked off because some guy fell asleep at the wheel and crashed  his car into the Camry at 60mph and totaled the car with me inside. My second car crash in 3 years and it scared the fleas off me. The car was crushed and  I got tossed like a rag doll. There were  fire engines police cars loud sirens and a whole bunch of people. Where was Bones? 

Finally he came running up and got me out of the car. 
This was a real test of Buttercup and Bones budding relationship. 

The true test of man or beast is how well they handle adversity, the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune can crush a spirit or reveal inner strength. 

Keep on trucking. Watch out who you bite they just may bite back much harder. 

Hugs from the hill. 

Cash Fargo Bellinger