``Annie is about two-thirds Bandit's size, and about a fifth his
strength and agility, and he was saying, ``But she'll _yell_
at me.''  I told him that she wouldn't yell if he would mind
his manners and leave the pup alone, and to get ahead and be brave
and get in the back.  And behave.

He did, and things were okay, but in the meantime another aspect
of Annie was preoccupying him: She Has It.  She doesn't have the
most glamorous figure in the world, and Lord knows she has no
patience with any of this male ego stuff, but she was It.  (She
also enjoys bossing my husband around.)  So Bandit set himself to
winning her heart.  He began his campaign soon after the incident
with Lucy Belle, again in the Jeep.

That day the back seat of the Jeep was down, and Annie was riding there
and had told Bandit that he had to be in the very back, in the cargo
compartment, because she just couldn't stand him.  He leaped back
obediently when she told him to, and we set off on a one-hour journey.

I glanced back at the dogs in the rearview mirror from time to time.
Within a mile, I saw that Bandit had reached his head over the seat
and, with courtly grace and humility, was licking what would be
Annie's wrist if she had a wrist.  She attempted to be disgusted
with this behavior, but Bandit can be surpassingly black tie when
he puts his mind to it, which he doesn't always.

Soon he had reached a paw over and gently pulled her other forearm
toward him for attention, which Annie tolerated in some confusion,
because  while she had encountered many forms of male homage before,
this was her first experience of such a degree of suavity...''

 Vicki Hearne _Bandit, Dossier of a Dangerous Dog_ p.233