The dogs were probably following orders (commands)--hunkered down in their pens or under their porches--so to speak.
Once upon a time, the inhabitants of this same geographical area hunkered down--to the point they found foreign troops quartered in their own homes, and insufferable acts of legislation pushed down their throats.
Thos same inhabitants later, with the aid of William Dawes, Dr Prescott, and Paul Revere, assembled, in a single night, enough citizens to force the beiginning of what led to this present day nation.
In the morning, Boston was surrounded by a huge militia army, numbering over 15,000, which had marched from throughout New England
The Minutemen of Concord and Boston must be rolling in their graves these days.
When Hurricane Ike blew thru here during the night, the word was "hunker down". I was living in an apt in town at the time while my house was being built. Power went out around 10pm. At first light, the ye had passed and the backside of Ike was roaring all around. I got in my truck, drove thru the maze of downed powerlines and roofs, and started out to the property I now live on. Saw on vehicle--a police car. He just nodded as we passed. Went a couple miles, and went back and picked up my wife (her first hurricane). We drove on out as far as the fallen trees would allow, then toured the town.
A couple of years ago, my neighbor called and told me there was a manhunt going on in the woods directly across the road and along the river at at the east side of my property. A couple of prisoners had escaped from a sheriff dept car and were in the woods on foot. Dogs had been barking up at the old barn and vacant house in the front of my property, and my wife was in the backyard reading. I told her what was going on--she went in, got the SKS, chambered a round and went back to reading in the back yard while I drove up 1/4 mile to see what was going on. They had a command post set up at the Valero at the top of the hill, and I went over and told the uniform in charge about the old house. He said his men were all out in the woods with the dogs, and would I check it out myself. I 'did' tell him that was what his people got paid for but said I would since they were otherwise busy. As I turned to leave, he asked "Do your dogs bite?" I said 'never have, but I have thingsin my house that WILL reach out and bite". He just grinned and said:
"Put it on 'em boy--put it on 'em!"
Such is life in one of the last bastions of real freedom in thios once great nation.
(nothing in the barn or old house)
It's not that I ain't afraid of dying--it's that I also ain't afraid to live. Marshall law may play well in areas with a high concentration of metrosexuals bent on having a nanny state, but it ain't going to work in Texas.
