Today we came across a huge black mastiff sitting in front of a store and staring as if it was his own home and he wanted in. His owner was clearly frustrated and unable to get the big guy to move away. I asked the dog's name and why he was so intent on that particular spot. "Beastie," I learned, remembered that place as one that distributed dog treats, and he really wanted one at the moment. My husband and I were happy to resolve this problem and informed the store clerk inside about the situation out front. The man behind the counter laughed and tossed me a dog treat which I promptly delivered to the waiting animal. Beastie droolingly gulped it up then allowed his master to lead him home.
