Blue smells you and then walks away.

This strange experience just came into my mind.
I was about twelve years old, and I was walking up to the leisure centre to have a swim.
This guy, who had hassled me before on a couple of occassions in Rathcoole suddenly jumps out and confronts me.
"You're a Fenian."
"What?"
"You're a Fenian. You're a dirty Fenian."
He was about a year older than me and he had a big mongrel labradorish dog with him.
"I'm not a Fenian. I'm Church of Ireland."
"You're a Fenian!"
The scabby dog walks up and sniffs me tentatively.
"You see? You're a Fenian! Blue smells you and then walks away."
Right. Alarm bells start ringing straight away.
He has a dog called "Blue".
How hillbilly is that?
"Come on now Blue, I gots me my shot gun here, let's go out and shoot us a few niggers. Gnhuuuk gnhuuk gnhuuk!"
As you can imagine, I was pretty scared. But you would be wrong about that. My natural instinct told me to launch into this idiot, which I did. I battered the face off him, and then he ran away crying like a baby.
I never saw him or Blue again.