I lived in an 1836 farmhouse on 110 acres. Somewhat isolated. House full of antique furniture I had restored. Stuff fron 1780 to 1810. Easy to sell in some place like Chicago, I’m outside of Cleveland. Some guys backed a truck up to the front porch, and one guy went around to a side window to break in. Footprints a couple feet apart in the snow. He met Pandemonium at the side window. Tracks in the snow were 6 feet apart back to the truck! Probably shat himself too! Bwaaa! Wonderful dog!
“Tracks in the snow were 6 feet apart back to the truck!”
I love that kind of stuff.
I kind of think I’d sleep better if I had another GSD.