I had some memory of a frozen day- trig was a black haired dog -who followed me everywhere- we found trig on a day not unlike today- a normal Thursday -he showed up and never left- he'd tear the leg off anyone - but he was good dog - unless he smelled you wrong- I'd say he was an astute judge of character- one time he tore into a Buddhist monk- the monk turned out to be a horny drunk- cest la vie- we can't all take up the saffron robes-