This chilled out hound lives in Faro, Portugal. He pretty much ignored me as I took this shot. So I inched a little closer. An inch too close, as it turned out. The hound saw me off. From cuddly pup to killer in a flash. With a telling flash of his fangs. He is indeed a good boy. He did his job. And I still had my photo, so all is well. The dog is mans best friend for a whole bunch of reasons. Security is just one of them.
A friend once told me that his wife was his best friend, not his dog. He’s wrong, I’m certain of that. There is a test to prove or disprove my theory. Take your wife and dog, force them both into the boot of your car and lock them in it. When you return after an hour and open the boot, my theory suggests that only one of them will be pleased to see you. I don’t, sadly, have a dog. But if anyone else can perform this scientific experiment, I’d be grateful if you would report back and let me know the outcome.