So there's this goat and a dog.

We live across the street from some riding stables.  The 'barn' also has lots of animals that roam freely.  One of them is a goat that will occasionally come across the street, just wandering up and down the sidewalk.  A little odd, yes.  The other is  a big, no BIG, dog named Slinky.  Slinky thinks he owns the neighborhood.  I remember last year he came into my garage and took a poopy diaper that was sitting on the steps waiting to be taken to the trash.  He ran off with it and did who knows what with it.  Poor person that found it later!  

Today Beckham had had enough of Slinky's shenanigans.  Slinky came over to our yard and took our puppy Jack's  rope toy.  He ran off with it, and Beckham started bawling.  He was ticked.   He walked across the street to the dog with me, went into the big barn's lawn where Slinky was sitting with his winnings he had just stolen, and grabbed Jack's toy away from this dog that was 3 times his size.  He not only bent over to pick up the toy, but as soon as he did he wacked the dog on the nose with it and said, "Bad Dog, Slinky!"

Holy Cajones, kid!  That dog could have bitten his head off, but Becks felt pretty confident that he needed to know who was boss.   I think Becks now thinks he's the boss of the neighborhood.