I was out walking last night and observed three tuffs walking down the road. Each had a cocky air, heads up looking mean, keeping watchful eyes out for any trouble. Their steely gaze traveled back and forth striking fear in the hearts of all whose paths they crossed. Their chests were puffed up and out trying to appear larger and meaner. Their gait was slow and purposeful, each step placed ready to spring into action toward any perceived threat. The way they walked down the road reminded me of the old westerns with the gunslingers walking down the main street, cowboy hats pulled low shading the face and eyes, guns slung low on the hip, ready to be pulled and fired.
I walked along going the same direction as the three thugs wondering if I might end up as a victim of an attack or just part of the collateral damage if one or all three decided to confront some impending threat.
What was worse, the trio knew together they were intimidating, individually not that tough, but all together, the three dogs looked downright scary. I would have been terrified if I had been a squirrel.