Fandango’s word prompt today is FIERCE.
You can describe something as ‘fierce’, like the sea on a stormy night. We can hear it from the house, it’s that loud.
We were once asked if Maggie was fierce. We said the worst she would do was lick you to death, but in all seriousness, I like to think I know the difference between an angry warning growl and one where the dog is just a little vocal in being pleased to see you.
Let me tell you a little story about a rottweiler.
I was working for the vending machine company so it’s a long time ago, and a guy came into the office with a rottie puppy.
‘Don’t go near it!’ he warned. ‘He’ll have yer ‘and off.’
I didn’t do anything, I swear, but when he came downstairs, he demanded to know what I’d done to his dog.
‘He’s supposed to be fierce! I’m training him up to be a guard dog, and look at him! He’s a right pansy!’
The dog was at my feet, tummy exposed for rubs, his tongue lolling out of his mouth in pure ecstasy. The dog had come to me, not the other way round.
I don’t now if he ever qualified as a guard dog, but he was beautiful (and soft).