She was nothing but a bum to him. All that mattered was her buttocks. She could have had three dozen wild dogs make mince meat of her face, her arms, her breasts, her legs, and so on. Four dozen? Didn't matter to him. "Hell, I'll end take a chomp myself," he would joke, but then he would become very serious, "But if you even think about doing something to her bottom... I'll kill you." He was quite serious.
He had a bear trap installed. Poor little Timmy Canning. Never saw what was coming.
Of course, there was even worse things to come to anyone who refered to her bottom as "her ass."
Someone once yelled out a car window, "Hey, nice ass." Its amazing how much lead a human body can hold. Also, even though there many witnesses, no one could even guess at where those four dozen wild dogs had suddenly sprang from.
In my opinion, they came from her ass.