There is an Irish Wolfhound called Goliath here in Doggy Heaven. He lives quite far away from us, but Uncle Zorro and I met him while taking a stroll in the park. I noticed some tension between him and Zorro. Goliath gave us a huge smile (lots of teeth) and turned to Zorro:
“Are you the fellow I had an encounter with, in South America?”
“Indeed, I am,” answered Zorro. “You are Goliath, I remember having my head inside your jaws, was just checking your tonsils.”
“And I remember that I cleaned your ears,” said Goliath. “Well, have a pleasant day.”
And he moved on. Zorro looked after him. “Not sure I am over that incident,” he muttered.
Later, on a park bench, Zorro explained. “Goliath and I lived on the same street in South America. I never liked the guy and especially, I did not appreciate his superior attitude. He always made me move out of the way when we met on the street. He thinks he is so clever and brave, but he is just big and quite stupid. Once he got fooled by two cats, he chased one while the other took his lunch. Clueless.”
“One day,” continued Zorro, “I decided to teach Goliath a lesson in respect and I stood my ground when he approached. Well, we had an altercation and somehow, I ended up with my head inside his mouth. Yes, I saw the inside of those jaws. Master saved me by forcing open the jaws of Goliath. We may be in Heaven, but I still do not like Goliath. And his tonsils are smelly.”
Loba asserted that what Zorro said is true.
“Zorro bites above his weight,” she added.
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