Rufus

It was bound to happen sooner or later.  Woody got his butt bit today.  I mean what kind of hospitality is that?  The dogs at Cannon Park were frisky this afternoon and Woody was the peach of some Boxer's eye.  He continued to hound (no pun intended) Woody and was persistent with his advances towards romance.  He had Woody all wrong and Woody got tired of being polite.  It was quite clear that this wasn't headed for anything nice.  So, Woody and I headed for home a new way.  A block or so from our street we noticed a woman and her dog coming out of a driveway.  Now mind you, this was across the street and had absolutely nothing to do with us.  But wait, this woman lured us towards her so the dogs could properly "meet."  Like a lamb led to slaughter, we skipped across the street straight into Rufus's territory.  Rufus was airborne before Woody knew what was coming...didn't stand a chance...and latched on to his hind-quarters with a growl and a bite.  I was stunned.  The woman said, "Bad dog Rufus."  I mean, are you kidding me?  Bad dog.  No s_ _ _!  (no pun intended)  Woody jumped backed so fast he pulled his neck out of his collar and leash and then just looked up at me and yelled (yipped) HELP.  We quickly re-crossed the street.  I told that woman that Rufus was crazy....and mean.  We think we'll avoid Barre Street from now on.