I was heading down to meet Autumn a few weeks ago — she was dogsitting for a gorgeous dog, and I wanted to meet her — and my mood wasn’t terribly pleasant, as it was raining periodically, the busses were not being cooperative, and I had forgotten my umbrella. As I was walking down Chestnut Street on the last leg of my journey I spotted a gorgeous if rather bored-looking Maremma sheepdog lying on the sidewalk, and of course had to stop and pet him.
I hung out at the home of the people Autumn was sitting for, while Autumn took care of various doggie business, and then she and I went out to get lunch. And, a full hour later, the dog was still there. Don’t feel too sorry for him, though: Maremmas were bred to be able to comfortably hang out in the rain and snow for days, and this one didn’t seem unhappy or uncomfortable… just bored. (The dog’s owner came out of the cafe at that point, and that’s why I’m certain that this was a Maremma and not a Great Pyrenees or a Kuvasz.)
This was on my way by the first time. Seems a little overly melodramatic, don’t you think?
Clearly a vicious guard dog. You can tell by the puppydog eyes.
See? Just vicious. He did this to everyone who went by. Clearly a menace to society!