Thread by @FrizzlyBarrett

By the way, good morning to all of my followers, who I hope are having a good morning.

My morning has been unusual, to say the least.

I opened the back door and my neighbor’s 130-pound (59kg, folks!) Rottweiler ran inside.

Now, this is a scary dog.

The dog is so scary that this all happened an hour ago and yet my heart is still hammering.

But the dog is also very, very nice. No barking or biting, thankfully — this time, anyway. Ah-haha.

The dog ran in, sniffed the air, panted for about ten seconds, and then ran back outside.

(It sounds like a fever dream, but it really happened.)

I was making the Bishop Len Brennan face the whole time.

It took me about two minutes to pull myself together.

I walked out on the back step — and the dog was still there. With a friend.

Two big dogs, doing big dog things.

It took me 0.0324 seconds to go back inside.

Behold:

The “open for a surprise” bit, of course.

Only this really was an unexpected — and alarming — surprise.

This is not what we meant, by the way, when we said, “Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man / Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders.”

Anyway.

My mom used to have a German Shephard-Chow Chow mix, which looks lethal, but always acted like a big softie.

So I’m not ... I’m open-minded, is what I’m trying to say.

I mean —

I kinda want one, though.

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