In the mid '80's my then husband (now ex) and I bought a house in the 'burbs of Sydney; moved in with our two small boys and soon acquired the requisite dog.
Our dog was a little shitzu cross, which had been abandoned, but up the street lived Danger Dog. We don't know what breed Danger Dog was because we never saw him; in fact we never heard him either, so he was somewhat of a phantom dog.
We knew there was a dog, phantom or real, because the owners advertised on their walls. Every time the words started to fade they would be repainted.
I lived down the street from this house until I moved to the US in 2000 – by then that dog would've been Mark 2 or 3. On my recent trip back I drove past the house and was surprised to see the sign still "fresh" looking – so, if this is the original dog it is now seriously antique!
The house itself is one that appears derelict enough to be the base for an illegal home business – though the lawn is manicured. The Princess would not come with me to take the photo – she was convinced wild looking men, perhaps interrupted in their meth production, would race outside to confront me.
No such thing happened; and neither did a dog bark….
But, I do admit to standing off to the side – just in case!! :-)