The realization of who he was made it a lot funnier that my dog had wanted to murderize him for having the audacity to walk onto my front porch and knock on my door. Maybe it was just that she didn’t like his hat. Though she did settle right down when I went out to talk to him. Of course, I always wonder if it ever came to the point that someone had a gun to my head, would she sense my fear and attempt to shred them or would she roll over so they could scratch her belly?
I gotta admit it: He was hot. And when I got a little starstruck (shaddap) at seeing U.S. Marshal on his card, he was also very humble about it.
I really should have asked to see his handcuffs.