This is from back in the 80’s, so you can’t really blame me for being callous. We were all callous back then, and when you’re all callous, nobody’s callous. I think that’s called Shrodeborgmeyer’s Law. I don’t think of dogs as things, of course, especially Australian Cattle Dogs, of which this is one. He was a human being, albeit an irascible one, taken to viciously biting anyone not in his immediate family, which made walks a whole lot of fun. He could also dart his tongue into your mouth faster than any woman I ever met, although with strikingly different results. And that sums up the 80’s for me. Except for the white stuff.