Farmer's market fracas

This is my pal Tabasco. For some unknown reason, he's the only dog I don't growl or snarl at. That is, until today.

One member of my staff was guiding me through our local farmer's market, when she spotted Tabasco and his staff, Debbie. I, on the other hand, did not see my canine compadre until he was right in front of me. Being the over-agressive, trying-to-hide-my-fear dog that I am (yes, I am the canine version of Barney Fife), I just hauled off and let 'er rip. With a full-on snarl, you could see my beautiful choppers (one tooth missing, one broken). I really caught 'ol Tabasco off guard. Poor thing, he wouldn't even acknowledge me after I finally realized it was him and managed to pull myself together.

And that's not even the half of it. The people who were gathered around the various produce and craft stands nearby nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard my outburst. We were quickly ushered to a neutral zone away from the action, where my staff - with the help of Tabasco's staff - managed to get this shot.

In the spirit of full disclosure, I should mention that my 'good buddy' Tabasco doesn't really pal around with me. It's more like he stands near me while our staff talk to each other - always being sure to stay distant and aloof. Now that's one smart pooch!