When I was about 11 or 12 are drunk neighbor had a beautiful Doby and ask my Dad to take him in as he was moving. My Dad hated Dobys so he said no way and we had a old dog already, guy said well I'm just going to chain him to a tree and leave him:angry7: And that's what the bastard did, the poor thing barked and howled non stop for a day. Short story is he had run out of food and water which I talked my Mom in to letting me refill and he instantly became my friend. Only was able to keep him for a few days till we found him a good home on a farm, but that dog was like glue on me the whole time. The new owner brought him back a several months later for a visit and the dog bolted right at me knocked me flying and tried to lick me to death.
