Without doubt Sandy was my heart dog and after 60 years I still remember him with love. When I was Nine my parents bought me Sandy a big Chow with a look that would scare most. We bonded immediately and were inseparable. I guess the fact that we were so close made Sandy very protective of me. Back then the small area I lived in had a 4 room school house with 8 grades. I walked to school so naturally Sandy would follow me right into class. After a few protective episodes with teachers, the school demanded we make a change. My parents solution was to give my dog away. The new owners had him fenced but he jumped the fence and came 10 miles back home. This happen 3 more times with fence and ropes before he ended up about 40 miles away on the other side of the city. He escaped there also but never made it back Home. I felt he must have been killed or he would have made it Home again. This was a real trauma to a nine year old and i guess i never forgave my parents for giving my heart dog away.
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