Then Moby made things worse by turning into a crotch sniffer, and oh my good heavens, the embarrasment he caused was just too horrendous to describe. To see this monster come galopping up to you when on a simple visit and him not even pausing before he either jumps your legs from under you and then start licking your face with gusto, or with much enthusiasm start sniffing your crotch, must have been like a very bad dream, and many of the women vowed never to come visiting again as long as Moby was on the loose. The men did not mind so much, but even their reaction to Moby's sniffing were sometimes hilarious, and I must confess, I had quite a few moments sometimes! But I usually ran for my garlic spray if I saw the people before they went through Jan's gate to try and shoo the dog away, but sometimes I really felt like taking my catapult and give him a nice shot on the backside, as once he had his prey down in a flowerbed, slobbering all over them, it was hard to make him understand that the person did not want to play that game!
After spending a lot of time sulking in front of the gate, his face pulled into a huge frown, he started running along the fence, sniffing excitedly when coming closer to kevin Bacon's stye, as I think he was under the impression that he had found a new playmate. Lelie was a bitty scared of him, as she usully ended up coming home after some playtime, muddied and limping, and he would stand at the gate with a big smile on his face, begging Lelie to come over, as she could get through the fence quite easily.
Anyway, it wasn't too long before he worked out how to make a hole underneath the fence and escape! From then on the poor villagers had no peace, as there was no greater fun in life than to get a person flat on his or her back, and then give the person the most slobbering kisses, and if there was some wrestling involved, all the better!
One day a posse consisting of three highly irate women, and four much calmer men came down the road pulling a highly disgusted Moby on a strong rope connected to his neckband. The women I sensed was much aggrieved, and from between their screams and highly entertaining blasphemie, I couldn't make out  head or tail, but the word sniffing came up a lot, so I  had a fleeting, very entertaining thought of Moby chasing them around, wanting to sniff their crotches, and see, a coloured woman, if she is of the churchgoing sort, is saintlier and of purer thoughts than any saint! Except when it came to their wonderfully coloured language, because when they are upset they pull out all the plugs!
One of the men, a strong young lad with no front teeth, then lisped an earsplitting command for the women to 'shut their bloody traps!', and they glowered at him for a minute or two, then decided to back down, and he then calmly told me that our dog are dangerous, as he hurts the kids by jumping on them and make them fall, and also some grown-ups, and that he is also a thief who steals their food off their tables. At this stage one of the women couldn't keep quiet anymore, and she howled that the dog had also chewed up her child's school shoes.
At that stage I decided to call Jan, who was in the kitchen on the other side of the house, as I believed that he would have a lot of shoes from both Rene and Andreas that they have outgrown that he could give the people, if it fitted! And anyway, it was NOT my problem, and I did not feel like pulling the reluctant dog into Jan's yard! Poor old Laika was a wreck, as she was by now about twelve years old, and was constantly limping from her encounters with Moby!