For ten years I have been driving down a narrow street to our house and almost every day I have been confronted by a plug ugly little spitfire of a dog who challenges me to a duel in the sun, rain or snow.

He is standing in the road, staring at my car, his brow as furrowed as a farmer's field, his dark brown eyeballs and pug nose daring me to move past him.

I never have known his name so I call him Tom Tirebiter.

Lately I have not seen him, but the other day I spotted his owner, the famous former Highline school board member and now an instructor at Highline's Aviation High, Julie Burr Spani.

I asked her husband, attorney Marco Spani, where the pugnacious pooch was nowadays and he said Julie gave it away. The Pug was just too unruly so she gave the perp away to the mayor of Burien, Joan McGilton.

Joan lives in a snootier Gregory Heights neighborhood and her new dog will likely be challenging drivers at the top of the hill.

The feisty redoubtable canine will now look forward to silently scowl at the mayor's neighbors seeking to pass by. As far as I know he has never tried to chomp on any one's leg. But he may try to stare you down.

Meet Puget Hound, the dog of renown.
The Pug with a heart full of fire.
When you drive down his road he sits like a toad
And may even chew on your tire.

If you tap on your horn he will greet it with scorn,
Just teasing you gives him a thrill.
He is king of the street and let me repeat
He tests your resolve and your will.

So inch your car slow and he'll let you know
If his patch of asphalt he'll share.
If he's in the mood and feels pretty good
He sometimes will move over a hair.

Goodbye Mister Crusty, you look pretty dusty,
I will miss your deep wrinkles and stance.
Enjoy your new beat and a mayor to greet.
Don't take a chance you ain't got a chance.

Use your charm and your feet to vacate the street
You can't win with charm or your brain
So accept your new fate and head for the gate.

She is blessed with eminent domain.