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Back at my old house I was in the front yard hosing down the driveway when a punk kid came screaming down the road on his dirt bike at 60 or so. He turned around and came flying back up the same road so I just pointed the hose right into the road. He came to a screeching halt and started walking my way with very stiff posture. My doberman was on the front porch watching. She stood up and took one step in my direction. I pointed at her and snapped my fingers and she sat down.
The punk started yelling and I calmly told him if he came down my road that fast again I will not squirt water it will be little pieces of lead. He took another step in my direction and my dog stood up again. I just pointed at her and she stopped.
The punk stalked off and I never saw him again. He did not know that all she would have done is lick him. She was a sweet dog.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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