I have many good dog stories, having had some good dogs. One of my favorites had to do with my dog "Plugs". He was a collie mutt. Did everything with me and enver had a leash. I lived in the cuontry with him and then in NYC. One day, when walking down the streets of mid-town Manhattan we came across another dog. This dog looked at my dog and started lunging at him, wanting to "mix it up". My dog, unleashed calmly stood about 6 inches away from this dog's maximum reach, cocked his head and just looked. The owner of the other dog started to yell at me to control my dog. All I could do was laugh.

He was a country dog, a city dog and a good friend.

jed