Oh my, the dogs I've owned...
MY first dog (as an adult) was the same way. We got him when he was about 10 months old, but had gotten to big and rambunctious for the little girl that owned him. At the time, we lived in a very mixed neighborhood. It would not have been quite so bad, but the dog's name (named by a 4 year old)? Blackie. We lived on a corner lot and had a chain link fence. I always had to look around before I called him in!
Another dog...this one owned me when I was a kid. We lived at an apartment complex that provided housekeeping and gardeners. Dutch just loved the housekeepers, but hated the gardeners, who happened to be black men in uniforms. One day Dutch was out, and apparently one of the gardeners gave one of the housekeepers a playful swat on the butt. We got a call from the management office..."Mrs. <Primer's mom>, would you please call your dog in? He has one of our gardener's treed."
The housekeeper involved just loved Dutch, especially after that!
The doxie mix I have now--2 years ago some acquaintances brought him to a reenactment when he was about 10 weeks old. When you looked in his eyes, there was. nothing. there. No soul, no glimmer, nothing. He ended up coming home with me. He is now just about the happiest thing you could imagine!
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