When. Grandpa was home......he always had hunting dogs...And for some damn reason...They were either named LEE or LONNIE...I don't care how many Coon dogs or Squirrel dogs he had...Lee or Lonnie ...If they were females..Beulah.. But anyway she and Grandpa had remarried and we were living next to them...And she had this PANTRY off the back of the house where she kept her can goods..and STUFF SHE HAD PRESERVED...Raw Potatoes,,, that kind of thing....Well anyway...The Screen on the back door had gotten torn...And she went in there early one morning and SOME FOOD had been bothered...So she figured it was one of the dogs...So she goes and gets a CANE FISHING POLE...And Cuts the end down...Where is like a Kendu stick or Samari sword...SHE CAN REALLY HANDLE IT....Then she waits until it gets dark...go out and hides in the pantry in the corner...Well sure enough "HERE CAME OLD LONNIE" in through the screen to see what he could get into...She waited until he got in a CORNER and she was between him and the door.. and Started to work on his ass with that damn Sawed off fishing cane...You know the damn thing had enough flexibility to it where it WOULDN'T break..but man you talk about something to kick some ass with....She said..." I WAITED ON OLD LONNIE TO MAKE THE ROUNDS...AND WHEN HE CAME IN I WHIPPED HIM UNTIL HE TORE THE DOOR UP GETTING BACK OUT"... Now, whipping a 80 lb Coon dog with a fishing cane until he TORE THE SCREEN door up getting away from her...Shit...She would laugh and say..."OLD LONNIE NEVER BOTHERED MY STUFF ON THE PANTRY AGAIN"....The Bible, Jesus Christ her Lord and Saviour and KICKING anything's ass that gave her some shit were the three top things in her life...And from what I saw and heard...She was an EXPERT on all three...




