Please forgive the curse word, but when you read this story, you see that it is suitable. Last week, Jay and I met Daryl and Lee-Ann at the local Ingleburn RSL Club(http://www.ingleburnrsl.com.au/). RSL stands for Returned and Services League of Australia. It's basically a club with snooker, pool, pokies (slot machines) and TAB (http://www.tab.com.au/Racing/Default.aspx?State=2), drinks, food, and footy that also honors the men and women of all armed forces from all countries.
Daryl invited us over for a barbi last weekend and we all sat out back by the fire. We also met Billy, Daryl's little pit-bull dog. See more pics of Billy at the bottom of the blog.
Billy is a very sweet little dog, but like any pit breed, is one big muscle attached to her jaws. She is very friendly and took to Jay, laying in his lap all night.
This Saturday night was no different, we were invited back over for another barbi, and at the end of the evening, Daryl walked with us back to our house, with Billy on a lead. Daryl warned us that while Billy loves people, she doesn't like other animals at all. Jay being Jay, begged to differ with Daryl, because EVERYONE loves Tankbutt....and Jay let Tankbutt out of the house to meet Billy.
Well, Billy apparently had no warm and fuzzies about this Yank Tank running up to her, and immediately clamped onto Tank. It was a pretty scary scene, with Daryl and Jay trying to pry Billy off Tankbutt, but in the end, the only one bleeding was Daryl. He got a nip from Billy on the hand, but Tanks fat and fur saved him from injury. Billy was spitting hairballs, but nothing else. WHEW. Note to self - no play dates for Tank and Billy.
So for a little dog, she whooped a big ol’ Yank Tank, and hence her name is now Billy Bad-ass.
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