I got into a fight with my brother and my dads german shep dragged me out of it by my upper thigh. Huge shreddy teeth drags and one bone deep puncture/tear.
About 2 years ago I hear all kinds of kerfuffle- people screaming, dogs gnashing and whatnot.
Turns out the guy way down the roads aussie shepherd got loose and into it neighbors dog (pit). Neighbor (burnt out drug addict) tried to pry his dogs mouth, which clamped back shut right through his one finger.
We found his finger and packed it for shipping, did some first aid and all that, but it couldnāt be reattached.
I can remember four shirts I had as a kid: Bruce Lee Fists of Fury, āIām a Hillbilly from the Ozarks,ā Dukes of Hazard or more specifically General Lee, and Black Sabbath.
Itās funny because no one talked about the Dukes of Hazard being racist when I was a kid. I could wear that shirt and if anyone said anything it was ācool shirtā or something like that. I remember some people having car horns that played the opening lines of Dixie like the General Lee. It was more fun growing up back then. Itās not that there werenāt some racist kids, there definitely were, but everyone knew where everyone stood and as long as you didnāt mess with other people, we managed to coexist.
shirt just like Roger Daltrey with The Who screen printed on the back. I donāt even know how or why, cuz I was like 6 years old.