It's all in his name

Last Sunday I was hanging out with my big boy at his new place, which has a huge backyard, so I dragged along the smaller boy to enjoy that huge area of delight.

As Steve (the big boy) and I chatted casually in the pouring rain, while the little guy ran around, I noticed that six foot chain length fence was solid all the way around.
I decided to leave the boy (the small one) outside while I went and did some stuff on Steve's computer.

Typing away, I heard Soup and Zander, Steve's little Chihuahuas going completely nuts downstairs. Gut reacted first and I headed for the stairs, halfway down I had a clear view of the front storm door and my little guy (much bigger than Steve's little guys) grinning down at Soup and Zander.

We checked the yard, we checked the gate, yep all locked up as tight as Shawshank. (Total movie reference to follow. If you didn't see it, just skip to the next paragraph). I'm thinking Wyatt's poster was probably of one of his girls from the dog park, nothing as mundane as Lassie or any of those million dollar mutts, nope he has tons of lovely ladies to choose from.

Yes he started life name Rascal for a reason. And when I introduced him to a little old lady in our small neighborhood park the other day, she exclaimed, "Oh! Just like Wyatt Earp".

Yes just like Wyatt Earp, our own little outlaw.