I wandered off when I was less than two years once.
Folks followed the barking and could see a wagging tail out in the middle of a wheat field.
There I was.
The fellow we got our pups from had a similar story. His brother fell in the creek(which is pronounced crick) and the old dog held his head above water until his parents could get there.
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