Daughtry caught him by the jowl instead and slowly moved his head back and forth as he addressed him: "What man's dog are you?
Maybe you're a nigger's dog, an' that ain't right.

Maybe some nigger's stole you, an' that'd be awful.

Think of the cruel fates that sometimes happens to dogs.

It's a damn shame.

No white man's stand for a nigger ownin' the likes of you, an' here's one white man that ain't goin' to stand for it.