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. Of course, it's my job to get the tire fixed in his absence, too 
.However, living in a little place like rural Charlottesville makes this kind of thing a piece of cake; as long as you don't call first thing Monday morning, or after a huge storm, something like that, it only takes about 20 minutes for the AAA guy to get to you.
Meanwhile, as a lot of you know, Geyser doesn't much care for strangers, and she especially doesn't want any of them to pet her. I always tell people just to leave her alone and not try to pet her. (Isn't it amazing how many jerks and jerkettes there are in the world? This seems to spur some of them on to prove that all dogs love them;they're the exception. What makes me laugh is the harder they try, the more elusive she gets
)So, this good ol' guy shows up this morning, and I first ask if he's OK with dogs; affirmative. May I let her out to greet you? Yes! So, out she races to run up to him and start barking again (she'd quit in the house once I told her to, but this was a new situation
). I followed her out and told her to knock it off, which she did. Then I went thru my rap with him about don't try to pet her, just ignore her, and in about 10 minutes, she'll be pestering you to pet her.Naturally, he had to reach his hand out, and just as naturally, she eluded it. Then he told me about this Chi he has that is a little terror to people, and he just ignored her. By the time he was jacking up the Jeep, she was over there checking out the jack (and him, of course). Now she starts her deal; she goes up and acts nice to the stranger, then comes up to me and looks at me and says, "OK, give me a treat, I was nice to the stranger," which of course, she gets.
Then, he comes over to the flat and starts removing the lug nuts. She starts going up to him and sticking her face in his, and under his arm, and he pats her head, and she comes back to me smiling, looking for her treat. Then she goes up to him (he's squatting on the ground, dealing with this flat), and she starts kissing his face! OMG. I was totally surprised. She never kisses strangers, but in all fairness, most of their faces aren't at her head level, either
.Naturally, she expected more treats, and got them. Now, we've got a kissing monster on our hands, and she just can't get enough of him. We're both cracking up, he's petting her, she's trotting back and forth between us, and I finally said, "no more treats, you little stinker."
He was such a nice guy, and he was happy to put up with all her nonsense. She sure cracked me up!
Judith Van Neerland Dutch Shepherds 
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. Repetition is your friend!
