No, I don't own one. The people who used to live behind us had the sweetest male Keeshond named Baby. He was terrified of thunder storms and would jump the fence and come visit us whenever we had one. I'd stay on our front porch with him. One day, Baby's owner went out and had tied him up in the backyard, for he wouldnt get out. It started storming and well, Baby jumped the fence. He hung himself. They called my mother to tell us, since we were friends with them. The lady warned my mother to not let me come, but for her to come over.... He was the sweetest ever too.