LION HEARTED by Stormy O’Shea
The police in a sleepy Alberta town were notified that a very panicked citizen was at a local garage screaming in terror. When they arrived they met the man, who had peed his pants, could hardly stand, while he pointed at a garage. They could detect no smell of alcohol.
The man blithered there was a wild lion loose in that garage. The monster had chased him, snarling. He was so frightened the officers took him seriously, drawing their guns, crept cautiously into the building.
After a few minutes they came out, hanging on to each other, barely able to talk for laughing. They called the man over. “We found your lion, take a look.”
Out walked the most embarrassed dog in the world. He was the garage guard dog. It was painful to look at him. Huge, yellow, he had once sported long shaggy hair. The owner had taken him to a groomer to be shaved. He had also given the groomer a bottle of strong home made wine.
The groomer went creative. He shaved the poor dog, leaving a huge ruff around his neck, a puff on the end of the tail, plus styled furry boots on his feet. He did indeed look like a lion. Sort of.
A crowd gathered, everyone shaking with mirth. The lion dog had enough. He opened his mouth and roared. The crowd scattered, the cops leaped into their car. The owner walked out of the garage, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. He grinned at the dog, “Atta boy, you should get a medal for bravery under fire!”
