My life has been enriched because of dogs. I would have it no other way.
With you there onan. I've had big dogs most of my life. I never locked my house, I never had mice in the house, and I had maybe two groundhogs enter my yard in quite a few decades.
I remember hearing a truck coming up my driveway one afternoon. I was home with my three dogs. My car was in the shop. I walked to the door and saw the truck backed up to my garage. A guy had gotten out and was heading for my fenced yard. Just before he reached the gate, I opened the door and my two dobes and one shaggy mutt ran into the yard and stood at the gate. They didn't bark, they didn't growl, but they looked directly at the guy.
The jerk said "Hi, mam. Is that canoe back there for sale?" The canoe was behind the garage, sticking out about a foot. I still don't know how he saw it from the road.
I've always heard the expression, "the blood drained from his face," but I never really understood it until that day. He slowly walked backward, eyes never leaving the dogs, got into his truck, and left.
Guess he figured I got his plate number 'cause I never saw him again.
Yeah, I'll gladly pick up the poop. I've met a person or two that I preferred to dogs, but not many.
Oh, wait...Except for all you guys...................................