I babysat my Uncle's house and tended to "Sam" the Cheasapeake. An army
strong giant dog. We got along great. I walked him a couple times a day
around the neighborhood.

Once, we were about a half a block from the house when while on the leash,
Sam went from pulling me along and rewound to address a kid who was going to
mug me! Punk went off running!

I didn't think a family dog I wasn't much a part of would be so defensive of
me. I was VERY glad.

After babysitting we all spent time together and my cousins began a pillow
fight and I fought back playfully but Sam, confused, took his stance and
opened his mouth and grabbed my face in mouth. Not breaking any skin, it was
his way of saying, you're great, but my loyalty is to Billy and Peter. How
could I NOT see that coming!?!

Andy