This is not a funny story, but I wanted to share it.

At one time, I was familiar with a lady who was the owner of a very large dog, possibly a wolf and a domestic German Shepherd.

Over time, this lady and I had a river of events.
The dog has not forgotten me. At the time I loved walking, and now I enjoy it. But then I noticed, as I was walking in my direction, that dog was accompanying me.
At first I just thought he was guarding the house and the house from me, but then he started running next to me and we started talking to him. I spoke, and he was either silent or running in front of me, and as if he wanted to say something to me.

It became usual. He accompanied me halfway there, and from there he met me. I started buying him some tastes, as they call it now.

One day, I had to go back closer to the night. I carried an expensive mat.pay for PC.
And I literally didn’t get a few meters to the crossroads when I was surrounded by Gypsies.

I can imagine my thoughts at that moment. At that moment, a dog came from nowhere. And quietly walked next to me, while I, licking cold afterwards, almost flew home.

The memory of him (he is no longer).