April 8, 2010

Come on.

He was wasted. (More drunk than a cucaracha in September 15th)

They called us because he had a fight with his neighbor, traded some insults, some fists and then the neighbor released his dogs...

Dog bites in the arms, back and legs. Not that bad but one of those bites needed stitches. So here we go to the hospital.

On route he told us he was a very agressive person.

He repeated over and over again:

"That Motherf*** thinks he is so mean, well i will teach him... I am also a dog"

After a hearing this a dozen times it happened.

He started barking.

He made my night.

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