Season’s Greetings

If, by chance, you were a witness to what happened you will know what happened was my Rottweiler pup, Peach, short for Blood Peach, after playing nice enough with two little pigs in a manger-like pen made of wood and hay at The Original Farmers Market in Los Angeles, charming locals and tourists alike, tried to say hello to a baby goat sitting off to the side on a blue cooler, apparently part of the Christmas pig contingent, only to be head butted by a pair of sharp budding horns and resulting in all hell breaking loose of her pinch collar.