Possum Killin' (Part 1)
Like most everything I write, even most outlandish of fictions, there's a good chance there's some hint of truth hidden somewhere. Some would say that probably makes me a rather liar, and I wouldn't tell them they're wrong. Every once in a while, though, you really gotta facts because you couldn't make up shit that good if you tried. That's the definitely the case with this next piece. . . And be patient: We'll get to the possums. Trust me... Meet Hico, a Boxer/Shepard mix that'll make you rethink your religious convictions once she gets to snarling and leaping every bit of five feet straight up, well above the four-foot fence that surrounds the yard. She's never gotten out, but I truly have no idea why that is. She's more than capable. Hard to believe that she fit in the palm on my hand, the day I brought her home... *** I’m sure my notions on animals in general make me outright barbaric by most standards today,