I was out looking for farmhouses and sheds and stables and all such things and came through that tiny village where there was a wonderful, large, half-timbered farm house. I stopped and took the photo out of my side window, then zoomed in on a detail with the telephoto lense. Suddenly I had this sensation of warmth and moisture at my ear and clearly heard some VERY loud breathing. I turned and looked DIRECTLY into the mouth, nose, later eyes, face... of the hugest dog I've ever seen!!! *urk* :shock: Very slowly neared from behind the dog's owner, a lady about my age, and asked: "May I hear what you are doing?" I put on my sweetest smile (sweatiest inside, what with that enormous creature still sniffing me out) and explained I was working on a photo series on barns, sheds and stables and simply couldn't leave out this beautiful house. She accepted my explanation ... but to let that beast go in front, I mean...!!! What, if I - by mere chance - had a dog phobia? I could have died on the spot - of a heart attack! What did she think?