This is Misty, 1973-1981. The Queen. Royalty and she knew it. She would sit in the corner away from us "riff raff" until she wanted something.
But a very dangerous open field runner. Lightning fast...a pure terror on her once a month "got out of the yard and nobody could catch her" run. She would toy with you, or five of you. I once spent three hours chasing her in Warinanco Park at night. Fortunately, her wolf like appearance scared off any menaces.
Strong? 35 pounds of muscle, she could pull like she weighed 100 pounds. In snow and ice, unstoppable.
This is what was meant by "taking the best athlete."