I am seriously considering getting a dog after the day we had yesterday. As I have been looking at dogs in the classifieds and other places and thinking about what breed I would like to get it got me to thinking about a thread about the dogs you have been around that you really liked. What made that dog special? ******** My brother-in-law is a magician in the Phoenix area. Several years ago a couple that he knew decided to go spend a couple of months in Europe and asked his family to care for their dog. They ended up deciding to stay there and the dog became part of the family. He was a part Chow, part Husky mix that was all red and they called him Chewy, short for Chewbaca. I have never been around a dog like him ever and I have been around a few good ones. He didn't jump on people. He didn't lick. He didn't bark at nothing. If he barked, there was a reason. One time we had a party at his house and they were rebuilding the fence around the back yard. So the whole back yard was exposed to the driveway on the side of the house and therefore the street in front of the house. Chewy never left the property. He didn't need a chain or a fence. He stayed where he belonged. I never once saw him go inside their house and the back door was always open. At the party we had 7 really small kids all playing in the yard. No adult watched those kids. Chewy did. If they started going towards the driveway he herded them back to the safe area. One night my daughters and his wanted to sleep on the trampoline outside. This is in a rather large city mind you. The trampoline had a net around the outside. My brother-in-law assured us all that the kids would be safe with Chewy in the back yard. The kids got their sleeping bags on the trampoline and Chewy slept at the foot of the stairs that led to the one opening. No one could have touched those kids. One other night I fell asleep in the hammock in the back yard. I woke up in the middle of the night and there was Chewy at the base of the hammock watching me. He remembered people. I had a job to inspect in Phoenix one very early day so I called to stay at his house so I didn't have to drive so early. They left the back door unlocked for me. When I came in the back yard Chewy was on guard. I called his name, let him smell me, and he let me in. A magician friend of my brother-in-law's was not so lucky. Chewy did not know him and he cornered him in the kid's tree house. He called my brother-in-law on his cell phone and my brother-in-law told him to hold the phone down where Chewy could hear it. Over the phone he told Chewy it was okay and to stand down and the dog did. The next time that other magician came to the house Chewy knew him and let him in just like he did me. About three years ago he got cancer and had to be put down. I still look for him every time I go to their house, hoping to see him. He didn't do a lot of tricks, in fact just one. He would fetch a tennis ball, but then you had to catch him to get it back. He was just a great watch dog, that seemed to understand without being told.