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In article <4r28d1$2fts@ausnews.austin.ibm.com>, konopik@austin.ibm.com 
(Brad Konopik) says:
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>Dutch has a savior.  A buddy of mine with an outdoor dog decided his
>dog might like some company.  Dutch has to wait for a "health check"
>before he can be eligible for adoption; perhaps for liability reasons.
>The adoption request earned him a gold star on the card on his pen, so
>he supposedly won't get killed. 

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I understand your frustration and anger at having your furniture
destroyed by the dog. I was in Mississippi when I got my orders to go
to Vietnam in 1966. In 1967, when my tour in Vietnam ended, I got 
orders to go to a place near where the 
North Dakota/Montana/Canadian Borders meet. I packed my wife, three kids,
and my dog into my low mileage 1965 Ford and we headed north. Somewhere 
in the far north, we had to stop for the night and no dogs were allowed 
in the only motel for more than a hundred miles around. So, we left the 
dog in the car for the night. The next morning, the rear seat of the car
was in shreds!! I confess that it took a good deal of restraint to keep
from venting my anger on the animal. But I did invoke that restraint.
I forget what a new rear seat cost me but I do recall that it wasn't
cheap. I dearly loved taking that dog hunting in North Dakota. I had a
shotgun saddle that fit my off-road motorcycle. That dog could outrun 
the bike and flush coveys of partridge for me. We ate real good
up there - and the dog toted his end of the pole except for that car
seat. 

Terry in Pflugerville

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