Tracy, your dogs must be well behaved. My dogs would jump over that fence.
Lorna, great stories of your past pets.
Since the dog stories are appreciated here, I will tell you some more.
My first dog was half Coyote/half Collie. I named her Styx. I found her at a gas station where she had been dropped off. She was SO pretty that I could not resist her. She ended up going to NYC with an ex girlfriend. She lived to be 15 years old.
Styx was the MOST amazing dog that I have ever known. I had trained her to walk on the sidewalks and STOP at the street corners and wait for me to cross the street on my signal.
She was a little crazy though. She tore up the interiors of two cars. She would hit the windows with her teeth when I was driving. She was totally nuts about when her food was put in a bowl. You could NOT get near that bowl then.
I was living in a campground in my first bus. One of the other campers thought that he could take the bowl away from her. I told him NOT to try. She bit him.
I used to play music at clubs. When I was loading the equipment back into the car, a stranger thought that he would open the door of the the car and steal some equipment. She bit him.
I was walking Styx late at night at a park. A very big German Shepard dog charged Styx. (Styx weighed 35 lbs.) She just stood her ground and when the German Shepard dog was five feet from her, Styx opened her mouth and let out a screech that sounded like a siren. The German Shepard stopped dead in it's tracks and turned around and ran away quickly.
Here is a pic of my most beautiful dog, Styx.
Then came Abby. I got her from the dog pound. She was really retarded. She was low maintenance. She slept 23 hours a day. She made two trips with me across the country with me.
The funniest thing I ever saw her do was one time when I was visiting someone who had a built in swimming pool. Abby just walked over to the edge of the pool and kept on walking as if she thought it was just a continuation of the concrete. She fell in the pool and cried out loud while she attempted to swim. I laughed heartily. I had to pull her out by her front legs.She lived to be 14. At the end, I had to put her down. She had become blind, deaf, and incontinent. I cried on the way back from the vets. I buried her, as well as three other dogs I had, on a friend's property. He had also buried two of his dogs there.
Here are two pics of Abby. One is of her and a friend's dog. Abby is on the right. That is a youthful me in the pic. It was almost 30 years ago. By the way, The collar that my present dog, Emma, is wearing is the same collar that Abby wore all her life.
Here is another one of when she was close to the end of her days.
This next dog is a neighbor's. I do not know what kind of dog he is. What a beauty though.
As you know, both of my current dogs are getting old. When they go, I will cry again. They are good protection and would die for me. It is amazing how they work as a team to ward off miscreants. I watched them nearly shred a very large dog who had no business coming around my bus. They also hate cats, but I will not tell you of those incidents.
Thanks for the invitation to tell dog stories.
I would get a mini Dachshund if I did not have these two dogs that I have. They are really not much for protection, but they are good foot warmers under the blankets.