We had a knee high (Nehi) tan dog named Sandy.
Olden days when a dog could run loose, holler her
name and a few mins later she'd show up, usually
running wfo. Got along great with E1 except a guy
from the neighborhood named Glenn (the guy, not
the 'hood). She'd chase him to the street barking
all the way. Didn't pursue him any further, long as
he got passed the curb he was safe. Figured she
sensed something or didn't like the soap he used.
Olden days when a dog could run loose, holler her
name and a few mins later she'd show up, usually
running wfo. Got along great with E1 except a guy
from the neighborhood named Glenn (the guy, not
the 'hood). She'd chase him to the street barking
all the way. Didn't pursue him any further, long as
he got passed the curb he was safe. Figured she
sensed something or didn't like the soap he used.