Already wrote 1 book and it ain't selling, in fact
after the first 1 i sold was stolen i started giving them away, so i doubt
i'll ever do another one. The 1 time he saved my butt that stands out most
was when i was in a bowling alley in Roanoke, Va. w/ my wife and 3 kids and my
Mother who had had a stroke and her older sister. Next to us was 3 guys
who were Outlaws or so it said on the screen where it shows the score.
They had been acting rude and making snide remarks to my wife. We decided
to leave and they followed us outside to the parking lot and i told my son to
let Gandolf out of the truck. He came right up to me and i held his
collar and walked up to the loudest outlaw and he said...."What do you need your
dog for" and i said "What do you need your friends for?" End of
discussion. Thank you Gandolf.
I credit Gandolf for de-fusing what could have
been a nasty situation.
Gandolf was an entire dog and liked to spread his
genes and 1 nite he went thru someones ground floor window to sow some oats but
after the oats were sown he couldn't get back up to the window to make a quiet
exit. He scratched up the wall real bad and never got out til the next
morning when he was found. They had every right to shoot the intruder but
everyone who knew Gandolf Loved him. ts
"There are a lot of stories about this dog who
accompanied me on the GAHR but it would take a small book to tell all his
stories and exploits. He was a 1 of a kind dog and a very good friend
and literally saved my butt a few times. ts"
