Back in the 1950s, a Cocker Spaniel I used to own.Actually, he was a
family dog, we all owned him.His name was Tom Dooley.He never was one to
pick any fights with other dogs, but only once that I know of, a dog
picked on him.He came walking back to the house, from down the street
around the corner.I heard them getting at it! He got back home and drank
some water and he laid down on the front porch.I says to him,,, Well,
Dooley, (I mostly always called him Dooley) did you win or lose?
cuhulin