You know, we always figured our Saint Bernard, Freckles, that we had when I was a kid would welcome the burglar in, and slobber him or her with kisses. But the one time she was barking in the night enough to wake me up - I had the only bedroom on the first floor at the time - I glanced out the window, told her "Barking at ghosts? There's nothing out there, go to sleep."
Turns out our neighbor across the field's apartment was robbed that night! We apologized to Freckles, quite surprised.
Wow, she knew there was something not right. I guess we don't give them
credit for their instincts sometimes.
P.S. Do you notice how old this thread is? This was back when Buddy was
still with me. Bless his heart.
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