... he lunges. Teeth bared he still comes at me, grabs my sporran (A SWK nylon) gives a tug and pulls it off me shaking his head violently.
After about eight or so shakes he drops it ...
It retrospect I prefer to think that he was protecting me from that tassled thing that was attacking my dangly bits.
Sounds like what my 85 lb Rott mix does with muskrats and woodchucks, except what Mog would've had the sporran dead in four shakes.
Just one reason I won't wear a fur sporran around the dogs.
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