[the OlLine Rebel]

So what. You’re dead. Not that I believe those stories either way.

Meanwhile, dogs of all kinds will deliberately attack you. Too many romantic dog lovers and not enough realistic dog respecters. That’s the source of alot of our problems, in fact.

[shibumi]

"So what. You’re dead. Not that I believe those stories either way."

You may not believe it, but I know for a fact that it's true.

Good to know how you feel about the worth of your body after death. When you go it's off to the Soylent Green plant for you!

By the way, one does not have a dog like Major (linebred from a Sieger VA1 SchH3) without having a great deal of respect for what they can and cannot do:

[Salamander]

There’s Rollo right above your post.

There’s Greyfriar’s Bobby and most recently, the loyal GSD who sat for *months* in a truck with her master’s rotting corpse after the selfish bastard took her with him into the desert where he blew his brains out.

[there’s a FR thread about it, somewhere]

In 1993, my first Ibizan refused to eat, drink or move from the chair that faced the front door after I’d been taken to the hospital ER for double pneumonia.

On the third day, when I was told was going on with her, I pulled out my tubes and went home.
I knew she would grieve herself to death if I did not return.

“Those stories” are true.

I am a romantic dog lover *and* a realistic dog respecter.

One need not be mutually exclusive of the other.