Junkyard Dog

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I don't drive. Fortunately, I live in a small town where most everything important is within a few blocks. Most of my journeys involve walking to and from the grocery store. I do this 2-3 times a week, if not more. While I don't mind walking down the sidewalks of my street on my way to the grocery, when I go home, I prefer to cut through an alley. This shortcut shaves off a good five minutes. The problem with doing this is that so many people own dogs that bark at me from backyards. Most of the houses have six-foot wood fences and therefore, the dogs are not threatening. However, there are a couple of yards with short, wire fences. In order to ensure that I make it home safely, I always carry a pocket-full of doggy chew-sticks. Over the years, the dogs and their owners have come and gone but there is one dog who I consider a friend:



I have no idea what his name is. I don't know how old he is. His yard isn't completely fenced in. In order to keep him from getting loose (which he did once - he came right to my house) his owner has fashioned a very long leash that is attached to a wire far above. This enables him to run the entire length of the junkyard, but no further.

Some days I have to call for him in order to give him his chewy stick. Other days, he's out and knows I'm coming because I can see the leash moving back and forth across the high wire and he begins to bark for me. When I get there, he dances and bows and steals the treat from my hand.

I wish the photo was better but it's a crummy cell phone camera pic.

I love this dog. He is awesome.

[MiddleFingerMom]

1. Very nice.

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When in grade school, I knew a set of twins, Dan & Dave. One
day, they invited me to their house. We had been playing for
awhile when they told me they had something COOL just around
the back corner of the garage to show me.
.
They dropped back as we approached the corner and, as I started
to turn it, they pushed me HARD and I dropped to my knees.
.
This E-FUCKING-NORMOUS, ancient, smelly, gooberfaced
St Bernard put its paws on my shoulders and started licking my
face.
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I was terrified. The only reason I wasn't SCREAMING is because
I could not make a single sound.
.
I fell back and scrambled away and it wasn't until much, much,
MUCH later (years) that I realized just how friendly (and almost
certainly LONELY) that big ol' sweetheart had been.
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