My youngest was here for a year after my heart attack. He took up breeding wolves. When he left three of the biggest stayed behind. They have a pretty low tolerance for dog and coyotes. One neighbor was complainin' that his fiest was all cut up. He clamied the blood on the smallest wolf was all his dog's. He said he'd shoot her if it happened again. I called her up, and showed him the cuts she had, then told him bullets travel both ways and we ought to act like humans living in the 21 Century not the 19th. Ain't seen him nor his feist since.
