"Morgans" wrote in message
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We would torment them to no end, when they started to make a run at us.
I'm sure my dad would have sent one flying, if it ever dared to bite him!
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When I was a teenager, there was a woman on the street who owned a poodle
that she never tied up. My friend would ride down the street on his
motorcycle, and Bingo would chase him and bite at his feet. One day my
friend put his foot under Bingo and gave a quick jerk. Bingo flew about
twenty feet, skidding along the lawn.

He never chased another bike.