... and how he came to Will Smith's rescue, risking his own life to save his master's when he was attacked by the mutated dogs? Well, Presley is not that kind of dog. I know in the face of danger he's running the other way, tail tucked between his legs.
This morning I took him for his morning walk and found a golf ball in the grass. I tossed it into the woods in front of Presley and as soon as it hit a tree - POOF! My dog was running for the house. If it had not been for the leash around him he would've made it too.
If this were the land of Oz, he would definitely be asking for courage. Even an ounce will do.
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