StrayKat
Conquered By A Tiger
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My neighbors, who have since moved away, had a dog that was outdoor-only. I'm not sure what breed she was, but she was HUGE, a big fluffy black dog. She was simply too big for the house, so her crate was on the back deck, and she had freedom to roam the high-fenced yard. And yet 90% of the time, we'd see her in only one spot: the corner closest to our house. We'd stick our fingers through the best we could and pet her and once we gave her some food, but this poor dog was STARVED for attention. She wasn't chained up, and she had food and water, but the poor thing was just so lonely all the time. She would bark excitedly when WE came home, and run down the deck steps and across the yard to see us at the corner. When she wasn't at the corner, she'd be on the deck, looking into the house through the glass door. I don't know why the family got a dog that was too big for the house. They had a little poodle who spent all her time inside, but the big dog was always outside. She wasn't aggressive; she had a very loud, deep bark, but she was quite gentle. Once the family went away for Thanksgiving and temperatures dipped below freezing, but the dog was still out back. We were about to call animal welfare when the family returned home the next day. I always felt so bad for the dog; I hope they moved to a place where she can be part of the family.
I dont see how any house can be too small for well mannered dog.
My dog was allowed to come in any time, I was actually used to him sleeping by my bed on his mat. He didnt want to once we put the fence, he decided his place was in the barn with other animals and he never wanted to come sleep in house again.
He would occasionally come to take a snack in the kitchen if I called him and then he would run out again.
I cant say my dog lacked attention, I spent hours in the woods and hills every day with goats and he was always with me, best company I could have. He saved my ass from wild stray dogs and snakes more than once, he would gather wandering goat or sheep back. He was a valuable working dog, not a pet really, though my kids pampered him any chance they had.
I miss that dog more than I miss some people I knew



