I had a sweetheart of one (Rottie), years ago. Big, goofy lug. Mongeau (Mongo). He trained just as easy as any of my other dogs and loved people. Handy to have around because I was single at the time. Walking him on a city street one night, a guy walking on the other side called out to me, "Hey, Lady, does your dog bite?" Thinking fast I called back, "Only when I tell him to." He stayed on his side and kept walking.
Ugh, me neither! Put a piece of sponge in a dish of water and wipe the back of the stamp on that. Little secretary's trick.
Oh, I do! I used to be a letter-writing fool! Loved to write. Kept journals, too. No more though.
