On King Furry the Ferocious

King Furry when he was much, much, smaller.

The other night King Furry and I were sitting outside, enjoying the 'cool' (read as: 98 degrees) weather and a Corona with our neighbors and their dog, Hank, when a man walked across both of our yards in the dark.

Now, anyone who has met King Furry would tell you he's as ferocious as a dust bunny. Only this night, he stood straight and tall in front of me, pinned the guy with his unblinking stare, and growled low in his throat.

What a good boy. The Marine would be so proud.