nigelr
Senior Stratmaster
All this reminds me of a funny story back in the 80s when I was getting a Vauxhall Cavalier fixed.
My dad dropped me off at the garage at the edge of town to pick it up after yet another repair, but it was lunchtime, and I was early. I was just hanging around and saw this German Shepard dog slowly coming towards me. I grew up with a pet dog, but was still uneasy around strange ones, and this was a fully grown male, obviously the garage owner's dog that was left inside the office (old caravan) and had managed to get out. Luckily for me, he picked up a plastic ball and dropped it at my feet, so I would kick it, and he would bring it back. We did this for 10-15 minutes until the owner arrived, and he was not happy that I was playing fetch with his guard dog.
He kept telling me how lucky I was, normally he wasn't a friendly animal.
My dad dropped me off at the garage at the edge of town to pick it up after yet another repair, but it was lunchtime, and I was early. I was just hanging around and saw this German Shepard dog slowly coming towards me. I grew up with a pet dog, but was still uneasy around strange ones, and this was a fully grown male, obviously the garage owner's dog that was left inside the office (old caravan) and had managed to get out. Luckily for me, he picked up a plastic ball and dropped it at my feet, so I would kick it, and he would bring it back. We did this for 10-15 minutes until the owner arrived, and he was not happy that I was playing fetch with his guard dog.
He kept telling me how lucky I was, normally he wasn't a friendly animal.