One of the situations that Romania is noted for is that
of free roaming dogs. It is one of the topics that us volunteers have a story or two to tell during our time
here.
  Most of the times it is just kind of intimidating to see
several dogs packed together barking at you as you walk,
ride a bike or jog by. There have been a few instances
where a volunteer has been nipped by one of them.
  I have a dog story of my own which has it's origins in a
yesterday walk through the park on my way home from
the grocery store.
  My story is not based on barking aggressive dogs, it is the
exact opposite. It is that I have been randomly adopted by
a dog instead, without provocation.
  Upon returning home I figured that in a few hours the dog
would just up and leave ... I was wrong. 
  I left to go jogging and the dog followed me to the park
and actually ran the laps with me. Then followed me home,
waited outside the gate all night and was raring to go to the
coffee shop with me this morning at 9 a.m.
  So now I have everyone I meet telling me that I have a dog
as they kind of chuckle the words out of their mouths.
  Despite the fact that I am 55, (and neither a dog hater or 
dog lover) this is a first.
  What makes it kind of special is that it happened ... 'In
Romania' ... a place known for it's dogs and their attitudes.
  Here is a picture of the dog.



  Now I can't go anywhere without this dog at
my heals.
  My friend's mother always said that animals and
babies are the best judge of character. So I guess
I should be flattered but I am thinking more in the
way that the dog may be just plain ... 'psycho' ...
is that possible?