Years ago, I was out riding my bike with my setter, Scamp, and we stopped for water. When, all of these little dachshunds came running up. I was all smiles at how cute, till the quickly formed a circle around us, and started working us like mongooses working a cobra down. They drew in the circle tighter and tighter, and Scamp was all looking me in the eye like, "how do we get out of this, boss?" I mean, I could have just stomped my way out, but I really didn't want to hurt these dogs. Luckily, just as I was making the decision to make grease out of these small dogs, when their owner came out and got them wrangled back in. Weirdest damn thing, just one more minute, and I would have had a totally different story to tell.
