We were all sitting in my living room talking about what the plan for the day was. When my old black lab, named Shadow, started to attack my red lad puppy, named Benelli. Shadow always attacked Benelli, because Shadow didn’t like puppies or other male dogs.
So I did what we usually do. Which is, you go up to Shadow, wrap your arm around his neck, and tackle him? But this time when I tried to do that, Benelli ran around behind me. Well Shadow turned to go after him. The next thing I knew my middle finger, on my right hand,