Here's our latest foster pup, Hercules....
Obviously you can probably tell where his namesake came from...he does look just like "The Beast" from The Sandlot. And like that dog, this Hercules only looks ferocious. He's really just a big ole' lug.
When I went to pick him up at GBHS on Sunday he was so pitiful in his kennel, but as soon as he realized I was coming to take him out, he gave me this huge goofy grin and was soooo excited to get in the car and go! He nearly took up the whole backseat of my car. He's a sweet thing though.
The Legend of the Beast goes back a long time...before any
of us could even pick up a baseball, back to a place called Myrtle's acres. It
all started, um, about 20 years ago. Thieves kept stealing stuff from Myrtle's
acres junkyard. So Mr. Myrtle the guy who ran the place, got him this new pup
from the dogpound. He fed him whole sides of beef and turned the pup loose in
the junkyard, and the pup was grateful. And so, after a few weeks the pup grew
into the Beast, and he grew big and he grew mean. So he could protect the
junkyard with only one thing on his mind KILL EVERYONE THAT BROKE IN. And he
did, and he liked it. The Police started getting phone calls reporting the
missing thieves, the one's the beast had killed. It added up to about 120..173
guys. The beast was too good at his job. My grandfather, Squidman Paladoris was
police chief back then, and he ordered Mr. Myrtle to turn his backyard into a
fortress and keep the beast chained up under the house so he couldn't get out
to eat children and stuff. Because Mr. Myrtle asked until how long he had to
keep the Beast chained up, he said until 'For-ev-er', 'For-ev-er',
'For-ev-er'. And so there he sits till jimmey the time he can break free, 'til
jimmy the time he can get loose and run free again. Anything that goes over
that fence, stays there.becomes a property of the Beast until forever....The Sandlot
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