I wonder who is in charge?

I love this.  The big dog reminds me of a Staghound/Wolfhound cross my uncle had when I was a kid.  His name was Dagwood Bumstead.  When he was a couple of years old he fell of the back of the ute (pick-up) and got hit by five cars and nearly died.  He had a broken jaw and a ruptured testicle among other things.  The vet said we should take him home to the farm to die.  My granny and I hand fed him and nursed him back to health and he was incredibly loyal to us to the day he died - 15 years later!  I slept in a tent in the back yard once when I was 18 or 19 (he would have been 14 or so) and he came and slept on top of me, on the outside of the tent, to protect me.  When I woke up in the morning I said "It's OK Dag, I'm awake now" and he got up and went back to his bed.  Awesome dog.
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