Today I witnessed a scene of such utter hilarity that I must relate it here.  I’m walking around Beacon Hill when I spot a white bull terrier.  Now as anyone who reads this blog knows, I love bull terriers, colored and white.  This blog has two patron saints.  Bill Cunningham and Rufus, the colored bull terrier.

This bull terrier was called Gun, short for Gunnery Sergeant, the owner willingly related to me.  The bull terrier was doing what a bull terrier does.  She wanted to go into a pet store there on Beacon Hill, where there were plenty of things to knock down and animals to scare.  She couldn’t likely because of her behavior previously, so she was stubbornly waiting there.  As bull terriers do.  Then I tried to take her photo and her owner threw a dog biscuit down on the ground for her to get her attention.  Nothing.  Again, typical bull terrier.

But we aren’t done yet.  Oh no.  Then Gunnery Sergeant’s best friend came along, a white boxer whose name escapes me at the moment.  What followed was Wild America at it finest.  I didn’t realize later on that what I had was an actual, honest to god film.  You need to look at these entries in sequence to get the full effect:

And then Mama Said Knock You Out: