Thanks for Your Concern - But I'm Safe

I want to start off by voicing my sincere gratitude for the hundreds of you who called, emailed, text messaged, Facebooked, Twittered, and FedEx-ed your deep concerns for my safety on the campus of ASU these past couple weeks.

I want to let you all know that I am safe and have not been accosted again.

For the very small minority of you who don't know what I'm talking about and who obviously didn't care enough about me to say, "hey, be safe man" or "dude, watch your back" - here's what's been going down at ASU...

Serious Question... My dog is better than yours.

Serious Questions

I recently got into a heated debate with a BFFL that didn't end pretty.  To safeguard the anonymity of my friend I will refer to him as Willy Frompson, a name that in no way resembles or sounds like his actual name. 

So I can't remember how the argument started... but really, is that important? 

I told him someday when I own a ranch in the wilderness I will have an Irish Wolfhound as my trusty sidekick.

FACT: Irish Wolfhounds can grow to be the size of A SMALL PONY.

Willy Frompson says that someday when he owns a ranch in the wilderness he will have a "cow dog" as his trusty sidekick.

Willy proceeded to give me an attitude and said, "and my cow dog will be cooler than your dumb dog - plus your dog will have bad hips when it's two years old"

I said, "Dumb - my Irish Wolfhound would eat your cow dog, so even if it gets bad hips at 2 years old - yours won't live to see 1 year..."

So there's the real question - Who would win in a fight, an Irish Wolfhound or a 'cow dog'?

You be the judge.