This dog’s name was Gunner. My uncle brought him back from WW2. He was raised and slept under my uncle’s anti- aircraft gun. The gun crew shared theirrations to feed him. By the time he was 18 months old, my uncle said he would stand up and look at the sky. If he laid back down they knew all was ok. If he growledand put his hackles up they got at the ready. He knew the sound of the German aircraft and my uncle said henever got it wrong. He said Gunner was better than any early warning system. I’m probably the only one left in the family that knows that story now, so I thought I’d tell it before it’s lost forever, like many stories must be from that time. Thanks for reading it.
