I never paid much attention to Mals. :0 Then one day I was gassing up the truck in Junction, Tx, when a older fellow gets out of his truck, gets his power chair and dog, and goes inside. I finishing fueling and go inside to use the restroom. The men's room is not large, basically just one handicap stall. I walk in and the door to the stall opens and out steps a Mal, in front of his owner.
After all the stories I've read here about Mals, I think, "Oh f me, a Mal" but the dog stays calm and we pass in close quarters. On the way out the dog & owner are by the door, and I compliment him on his dog. We chat a bit, and the dog is calm, but resting his muzzle on his owner's leg, and watching me verrryyy carefully.
