Years ago, a drunk guy rang the doorbell at our house. I didn’t realize he was drunk until I opened the door. So stupid, but yes. He started yelling for “Dave!” Not my husband’s name, so I told him there was no Dave here.
He yells something at me and starts to push through me. Berner #1, Breiter, was behind the door and started a deep, very clear growl.
Drunk guy stops and is suddenly VERY sober. He says, “Dave doesn’t have a dog,” and leaves quickly.
Good dog Breiter, Good dog!
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from Kathy
Stone cold sober, immediately!