I grew up with an Old English Sheepdog who, when he was not dragging me round the garden, spent most of his time chasing the Royal Marines as they jogged past our house on their beach training runs just outside Deal when they had their barracks there. Passersby used to often knock on the front door to alert my mother to the child being attacked by a large dog in the garden, little did they know we were like brothers. I loved that dog and, as I do most but I guess some dogs behave like their owners - badly.
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