Of course, I’d be massively disappointed, because the only times I’ve played Paint Ball, I’ve done it right.
You haven’t lived until you have played Police K9 Paintball.
Yeah, you heard it.
In another life, I trained police dogs as a hobby. Hey, if you are going to have a hobby have an extreme hobby.
So here’s how we played paint ball. We’d set up a “true” police scenerio — one was in a park with bad guys that needed to be found, and one was in a building with lost bad guys.
Only one time when I played, they broke one of the rules, and hit my dog (she was a GSD, not a little beagle). Getting the paint out of her fur wasn’t a problem, but since I’d got hitten in the chest the game before and was bruised for over a week, I’m sure it didn’t feel good. I can’t remember what we did to get “even” with that bad guy, I am sure it was mean.
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