Okay, this looks like a dog man story, and it's pretty creepy, it's a little creepy,

it's kind of short, let's see what the writer says.

It was a summer between my 7th and 8th grade years, and it was in the middle of the 1990s

in South Carolina.

I was spending all my time at a friend's house in the country near a pipeline that was

being restored.

We had lots of shenanigans to keep us busy.

We would run wild all day and camp in his front yard at night, with his dog Apache,

which he claimed to be a wolf hybrid.

I just thought Apache was a Nikita mix that resembled a wolf, wasn't really a wolf.

There was a night or two, we let Apache off the chain to run off the wild dogs that

would occasionally come through here.

That was a sight to see.

Some of the dogs Apache fought off for much larger, but he went after them anyway.

This dog wasn't afraid of anything.

This will have a bearing on the story in a minute.

We were sitting by a fire we had just built with Apache and talking about nothing like

junior high school boys do, and we noticed Apache moved behind us.

He was whimpering and his tail was tucked.

We were confused and started looking around to see why Apache would act so strange.

Then on the road up the hill, I saw the biggest white dog I have ever seen.

I told my friend to look at that dog and he saw it and he said, that I know dog.

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