A short story, I was working in a house years ago and this litle @#$%^&*()_ mexican hairless dog would follow me all around biting my ankles. Every time I turned around to get him, he would take off. The lady who was from the south in a typical southern drawl said, "Oh don't worry about Poncho, Harold, You have your big boots on. He can't hurt you." I wanted to drop kick that little dog from NJ back to Mexico. Never could catch him though.
