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So, no good cheer up stories? K then, one fond memory is a time my first Boxer saw a deer near the pond. The deer seemingly was across it in about 10 seconds. I yelled no but too late. My dog swam and walked across (shallow spots; maybe a couple hundred feet in total?) in a couple minutes. He gets out of the water, realizes the deer is long gone, then looks at me. I yelled, "Now what, dumb dumb?" Back in the water he comes.

Or when he used to eat small plastic army men or dinosaurs. The yelps he would make when they passed... What's the worst thing your dogs ate?



Black dress socks. Although I made it a point to keep them away from the crazy mutt every now and then she would get one. It seemed to pass through until the very end when it would not come all the way out. Nothing like having to grab a sock that had gone through a dog, and was still mostly in the dog, and help ease it out of said dog.

We all like to think of ourselves as rugged individualists. But when push comes to shove most of us are sheep who do what we are told. Worst of all, a lot of us become unpaid agents of whoever is controlling the agenda by enforcing the current dogma on the few rugged individualists who actually exist.