Okay, I'm beginning to think that the Dogfather has put out a contract for a bit on Lyle.  What else could explain a third attack THIS MONTH on the whigle while he was out on his morning walk.  Sadly I'm not up for those long walks anymore so I can't protect him.  The best I can do is offer buy off some of those assassins with my stash of 81,000 bones.  So here it is, please stop attacking Lyle and I will reward you handsomely.

I'm going to get on my soapbox for a second here. 

If your dog is aggressive (and this means even if he or she almost never attacks another dog), keep your dog under your control.  DO NOT LET YOUR DOG OFF LEASH.  EVEN IF YOU THINK THEY PROBABLY WON'T EVEN SEE ANOTHER DOG.  And, duh, if your dog does not reliably come when called, do not let it off leash.  

I'll get off now.

So as you might have guessed, while the first two encounters were "relatively" harmless (i.e. no blood was shed), the latest incident left Lyle with two holes in his belly.  And in case you were wondering, the other dog "got off" with a beating from his owner.  Yes, the boss man should have called the police.  In an effort to get Lyle away from the bad dog, his owner and the woman's other dog that, while not seemingly aggressive, was still all over Lyle, the boss man didn't even get this woman's name or address.  He did call animal control but of course there wasn't really anything they could do about it since it was after the fact and they didn't know how to find this woman. 

Sorry Mr. Loo.  Perhaps Smelly Belly would consider coming on board for another bodyguard stint.  Although at eleven, she might be getting a little old for that kind of work.

On a happier note, my latest injection seems to be helping.  The bumps have reduced to a manageable level and I'm feeling pretty good.   I haven't really been all that interested in my kibble this week but with all of the good stuff that the bosses have been bribing me with I haven't exactly been going hungry.  I'm sure you all understand.  Hamburgers just taste better than prescription diet. 

And on a much happier note, I want to thank my good friend Willie for sending me those tasty, tasty Barx sticks.  I love them.  Thank you very much!  I really have the nicest friends. 

Have a great night.

Peace, out.
Little Bit