tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877725743735663925.post3993962666679774232..comments2023-10-05T09:50:04.263-04:00Comments on Reading The Sky: 62/365 dogsBarbara/myth makerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606854813691778835noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877725743735663925.post-53214905427614882302012-07-19T22:13:13.627-04:002012-07-19T22:13:13.627-04:00You just made me laugh. Not because you got bit, ...You just made me laugh. Not because you got bit, but, the way you described it. King had this "thing" about him. He'd let people in but sometimes wouldn't let them out again. Especially if you ran down the stairs. It was almost as if you challenged him. I also remember, because we were young and friends, our dogs were, for awhile, boyfriend and girlfriend. And I still Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877725743735663925.post-62608873869273276112012-07-18T22:57:28.358-04:002012-07-18T22:57:28.358-04:00And I remember King, your dog. He bit my ass once...And I remember King, your dog. He bit my ass once when I ran down the stairs, and I was black and blue for weeks! LOL.Barbara/myth makerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08606854813691778835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877725743735663925.post-10084416789749880492012-07-18T22:54:13.170-04:002012-07-18T22:54:13.170-04:00I remember Sandy. She was such a sweet tempered, ...I remember Sandy. She was such a sweet tempered, friendly dog with a beautiful, loving face. I never knew the story of how she came to your family though and am glad you shared it.<br />LindaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com