I can still remember the best advice my father ever gave me. He said “Son, if you want to be a good guard dog, you need to learn how to put fear into people. So if some punk kid hops the fence into your territory, don’t lunge for him all at once — give him what I call the Clint Squint, like that Eastwood feller from the westerns. Gives ’em time to think about what they done and what you’re about to do to them.”
I feel very lucky to have seen this picture.
Me too. Such cuties.
Is that the squint from For a Few Milk-Bones More or The Dog with No Name?
Or Dirty Doggy? Or Absolutely Totally Forgiven, Come Here I Love You?
Excellent Mike! 🤣🤣🤣