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And eventually I had to give Tyson away because he got to be too much for me to handle. One day we were out for a walk and I don't know if it was a cat or a dog or something he saw. Anyway, he yanked on his chain because this dude, you couldn't walk him with a leash. You had to walk him with a big heavy chain that he couldn't break because I mean 150-odd pound animal could break just about any leash that's out there. But anyway, one day we were out for a walk and he yanked on his leash and it jerked my whole body and my head hit against a no parking sign. You know those no parking signs on the side of the street? Anyway, my head struck one of those and I hit the pavement, like hit the sidewalk like a wet snot. It knocked me out cold. And when I came to, you better believe that dog was sat right next to me. He had protected me the whole time I was out. And then when I started to come to, he was looking right at me. I mean you could tell he cared about me or he just knew to keep his owner protected because I was the bringer of food. Whatever it was, I got him when he was like three years old because he was pretty mean, I got to admit. His previous owner didn't like how mean he was so I was like, well, I don't mind him being mean as long as he's not mean to me and he wasn't. But every time someone would come to my house, he'd watch him. And he'd lay on the sofa next to me and he'd watch him. Every move they'd make around the house, he was watching, watching, watching. And then as soon as they would go to leave, he'd jump up off the couch and go right after him, growling and snarling and barking. And he grabbed one of my buddies by his wrist one day, just by his jacket, when he was going to turn the doorknob to leave. And this is a big dude, I mean I'm talking 6'1", 220 pounds, he's a big dude. And he cried like a little girl, man. He cried like a little girl and he was absolutely terrified from that point on to go inside my house unless Tyson was locked down in the bedroom. And when you'd lock him down in the bedroom, you'd hear him in on the other side of the door. And it sounded like two full grown adults trying to fight each other to get out of the room. And Kevin, that was his name at the time, well still his name I guess, he was terrified of being in my living room with that dog on the other side of the room. But a friend of mine took him and he had a long life. My buddy had him for 9 more years. After that I had him for a year and a half. My buddy had him for 9 and he was 3 when I got him. So he lived to be 12 or 13 years old. So that's a pretty long life for a dog. And he was the same way with my buddy. He was really protective of his house. And he didn't...