Earlier, I was sitting on my perch (in front of the storm door) giving all who passed by a good barking. Dad was out in the front yard, pulling weeds and trimming the bushes. A lady, who was walking what appeared to be the Furball, only he was twice as big as the furball, passed by our yard. Dad asked the lady if her dog was a Cockapoo? Better watch it dad, talk like that could get you pepper sprayed! The lady replied her dog was a golden doodle. A golden doodle? Really? Dad said he has a cockapoo. Geez dad, just put on a trench coat and flash the lady why don’t you. The lady said she was trying to get her golden doodle to walk on a leash, but was having a hard time. Dad said he has a hard time walking with his cockapoo when it’s on a leash as well. I thought, don’t worry ma’am, I’m dialing 911. The lady just smiled and continued to walk the oversized half breed. Dad went back to pulling weeds. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at the old guy the same again.