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A Long Time Ago, Maybe Not Too Long Though

Copyright© 2016 by Lapi

Chapter 2

The Augusta landed on a ‘Tennis Court’ that did not have any nets. That good old FAA said it was too close to the Naval Base or the Marine Base or trees, or water or desert, whatever, you try to deal with a cretin with power.

Well it is often easier to ask forgiveness than for permission. You would think they were more interested in keeping the ‘Terrorists’ from flying in from Mexico with impunity, but that’s not what their job is, only to harass taxpayers.

When the helicopter landed, ‘Sleeping Beauty’ was still sleeping. Showing the better part of valour I asked Rob and Bruno to carry her up to her room. Why you ask, well have you ever tried to wake a sleeping girl up? No way Jose. It just can’t be done. I said she was a tall girl and had grown up and out, she was also a healthy girl. Not the ‘Strong like bull’ farm girls or lady Olympian but no 98 pound weakling either. You try carrying her to her room. She was staying just down the hall where Krista lived. Prince and Princess were, as usual ‘on-duty’ and they got the customary introduction and hand sniffing. I should make this point now perhaps, there are guard dogs and protection dogs. A guard dog works with a team and human handlers and usually incapacitates or hold the target for someone else. A protection dog kills. Usually ripping out the throat and even if wounded has only one thing on its mind, to protect their charge. Prince and Princess were protection dogs, 145 & 115 pounds of Rottweiler respectively. Most of the guard dogs were a Doberman breed or Alsatians. There were 4 protection dogs in Marc’s room. Two were giant Mastiffs and two a mix of wolf and Ridgeback. These were big dogs. In the past, both breeds were used to hunt and kill lions and could make short work of a 350 pound prey.

I always wondered what we would do if anyone staying with us did not like dogs? Traci and Yvette undressed Gina and put her to bed. I offered to help if they needed me. About that time, Krista came up and did not look pleased. Hey! I’m a guy, what do we know? Besides, as a certain, un-named person (Krista) says to me daily, ‘I’m right-handed and a man’, as though that was some kind of disease.

 
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