When I was a little girl we had a dog named Sandy. I believe a husky/collie mix. I can’t say that I know that Sandy was a male or a female but it was a nice dog. We lived in Caistor Centre at the time and Sandy was an outside dog.
One night we were anticipating some very bad weather and it was decided to bring Sandy in. We were going to let Sandy sleep in the basement. That meant we had to get Sandy down the basement stairs. That would have worked out well if Sandy had wanted to go down the basement stairs. Sandy did not. There was no picture taken at the time but this is a pretty accurate representation of just how much Sandy co-operated when going down the stairs.
I am more a cat person than a dog person but my memories of Sandy are good ones.
Jeff, Doug and Sandy
I think this is Doug, Jennifer and Sandy
Dad, Sandy and I