I’m not a dog fan, generally, though I’ve met a few who pass the ‘yeah I’m happy to spend time with you’ test.
My favorite dog was my cousin’s dog, Misty (fact, 90% of Australian Dogs are called Misty!), who is also one of the few dogs I saw get hit by a car. Dog was ok, mind. Traumatic.
It was that dog that my cousin and I were walking on the Kingston Golf Course on a twilight evening during the mid 80’s when the most unaccountable thing in my entire life happened. We were chased by a White Thing.
I still have no idea to this day what the White Thing was, but it sent shudders of fear through both of our teenage bodies, and even the dog was scared.
All the dogs in this picture are called Misty.