A stray?

A normal Sunday, which means chores time for a few hours.

Done with washing the floor, bathroom, sweeping, mopping.
And it was terror time for the dogs.
Dogs I keep never seem to like water.

While taking a bath for Yuki, mum was just on her way out to pick up Anni from tuition.
Next thing we noticed, a huge brown/black dog was straying right outside our house.
Always knew Yuki was flirty.
She made the neighbour's dog squeezed through a small fenced gate once.

Mum opened the gate when she thought it went away.
Then the Great Dane just rushed in.
But this time, Yuki seem to not like the intruder and kept barking fiercely at it.
But it liked me. And it kept following wherever I go. =)
Mum had to not let me touch it and closed the gate when it just went out of the gate.

It didn't have a collar on.
And yet it could stray all the way to a Malay housing area.
How possible was that.

So what's the difference between stray dogs and house dogs again?
Except the part where house dogs are much luckier than strays.

See?
Great Danes are cute.

Just that the one I met up with was waist height.

Still cute what.