Good doggie. There was a fresh out of Bible college preacher who I couldn't stand. Well he went to our homestead where my aunt lived, to get my sister and bring her up to our farm a couple hours north. My aunt owned a trained police dog. A German Shepard that the RCMP dog training facility sold because it didn't look like a German Shepard should. Body too long, hair too long, floppy ears. His name was Sam and I have his dog tag and keep it with her key to her shot gun that she passed on to me. Anyways, Mr. Too big for his pants came roaring into the farm and my sister and aunt were watching out the kitchen window. If you didn't know Sam and he didn't know you, my aunt would usually keep a hold of the dog until all were seated in the kitchen or living room. Well my Aunt knew of this young, on fire, preacher so she left Sam outside. Sam was a big dog and scary. Gordon hopped out of the car and Sam shot around the side of the house barking like he was taking down a coyote. My sister and aunt were in a fit of laughter as they watched that guy scramble onto the top of his car. My aunt slowly walked out and called Sam to her side. Gordon was just about crying and screaming at her that she must keep that dog on a leash. My aunt told him to shut up, and then said, "Now climb down off your car and be a man, I suppose you will need to use the bathroom."
