Every day, he disappeared for an hour, and then would come back, and fall asleep. Eventually, the dog died...
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A few weeks after, an old man, a stranger came to the door. Hubby says he looked very frail, skinny as a coffin nail.
He knocked on the door, and asked where the dog is, if he was okay.
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It turns out, every single day, hubby’s dog, without being asked or taught, would go and round up the man’s sheep, put them in their pen, then leave and come back to his home. 4/
I always love this story. Dogs have mysterious second lives sometime.
:)
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