I had a 120 lb German Shepard, he was the nicest dog to 99% of the people, once in a while he would go wandering........
The first time our rural neighbors saw him he walked right into their grandchild's birthday party. He helped himself to the peanuts on the table while 1 of the mothers' cried "WOLF".
A couple times he walked into the open doors of my wife's school!! Right into her classroom!
He wandered down to the convienice store a couple times where the clerks bought him beef jerky and put him in their car 'cause it was cold outside and they felt sorry for him---I found this out after they found out we belonged to each other.
I was half a mile away from my house one day delivering. I was in a groove and noticed a dog in the corner of my eye, but had just come to a stop and was getting out of the door. Here comes the ol buddy, happy as can be, I tried to scold him but couldn't hide the smile in my heart. So I tell him to get in the brown truck & WE drive home.
We lost Isaac on fathers' day of '06, we knew we were gonna loose him soon as a trip to the vet in early spring told us that he had a bad heart. That nite after the vet appt I started digging his grave, it started raining--you couldn't tell the difference between rain drops and my tear drops. The day before he died we got to do everything he loved to do with me--(he never left my side when I was home) we drove to the post office in the crew cab truck, we watered trees, and he 'snuk off' & chased the neighbor's cows.
I tell people he died of a bad heart...'cause he gave a bit of it to everyone he met.