This morning I needed to go to the County Commissioner's office to check on the latest planning map relative to a highway coming through our neighborhood, and how that affects my home sale.
I accidentally went to the County Constable's office instead - they're next door to each other, and I wasn't paying attention. The Captain of the Constable's office takes his dog, Sadie, to work with him. Sadie is a big Huskie, and I saw her laying on the floor near the receptionist's desk. I reached down to pet her, and the receptionist quickly snapped "no, don't.......", but Sadie rolled over on her back and let me scratch her belly. The receptionist seemed pretty surprised.
Then Glenn, the Captain of the Constables, asked me to come back to his office, because he remembered me from my Pastor days in another town. We had a good talk, then he kinda smiled and said, "where's Sadie?" (He was sitting at his desk, I was across his desk from him) I said, she's laying on my feet. Glen smiled and said, "I always knew you were a good guy - she only does that to really good people".
OK, so I'm tooting my own horn, but seriously.... do you believe dogs generally have this ability to discern "good people"? And, I think a lot of this incident had to do with the way Glenn interacted with me - he pretty much was signalling to Sadie by the way that he interacted with me that I was a friend.
I accidentally went to the County Constable's office instead - they're next door to each other, and I wasn't paying attention. The Captain of the Constable's office takes his dog, Sadie, to work with him. Sadie is a big Huskie, and I saw her laying on the floor near the receptionist's desk. I reached down to pet her, and the receptionist quickly snapped "no, don't.......", but Sadie rolled over on her back and let me scratch her belly. The receptionist seemed pretty surprised.
Then Glenn, the Captain of the Constables, asked me to come back to his office, because he remembered me from my Pastor days in another town. We had a good talk, then he kinda smiled and said, "where's Sadie?" (He was sitting at his desk, I was across his desk from him) I said, she's laying on my feet. Glen smiled and said, "I always knew you were a good guy - she only does that to really good people".
OK, so I'm tooting my own horn, but seriously.... do you believe dogs generally have this ability to discern "good people"? And, I think a lot of this incident had to do with the way Glenn interacted with me - he pretty much was signalling to Sadie by the way that he interacted with me that I was a friend.
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