Re: Mistaken identity
Originally Posted by
Longdogs
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When I was young, I was walking along Southend Sea front with my parents and grandparents. I ran in front and grabbed my granddad's hand, looked up and it wasn't him. I can remember bursting into tears.
My Dad got into the wrong car, when I was waiting for him.
It was the same colour as my car, just parked in front of me.
Originally Posted by
Besoeker
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I have on occasion. These days, because I walk the dog a lot, I recognise a lot of people by their dog. It works both ways - it seems that everybody and their granny knows Max. But he is quite a striking looking dog. But I would say that.....
I suppose dogs know dogs.
He is lovely