“There’s an urge to fight in men,” he’d say. “Some men bury the urge in tiny hourly doses of cruelty dealt out to their loved ones, their work partners, their fellow men. Parceled out that way, the urge is never-ending. But we take that passion, that rage, and we give it to the dogs, and the dogs are fortified and made stronger. They fight for us, so that we can go home drained and relieved of our suffering.”
