golden_c7ntOnce, on a walk, I met a man with an all-white American #Bulldog: think big, beefy, and docile as hell (the dog, not the man). We chatted and I loved on him for a few minutes (again, the dog, not the man). He was an old boy, clearly well-loved, and had a big jagged scar across one thigh: 1/4
Curious, I asked where it had come from. Years ago, his wife had taken him for a walk before going to bed. He had stopped and sniffed his way into some bushes to the other side. As she waited in the dark, leash threaded through the bushes, a man approached, pulled a knife, and demanded money. 2/4
Terrified and not knowing what to do, she froze. The man became agitated and louder, stepping closer and brandishing the knife. The next thing she knew, an 80lb blur of flesh hurled through the hedge, latched his teeth around the man’s leg and took him to the ground while his mamma called 911. 3/4
This calm good boy protected his people and came away with a 7-inch battle scar to prove it.
This is a reminder that even the sweetest, most composed among us have something we will take a #battlescar for.
Soon we’re gonna find out who. We’re gonna find out for what. And there will be scars. 4/4