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To: Rambi who wrote (52181)	6/13/2000 12:55:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I get the very same vibe from dogs. Sneaky little bastards. I like them, but..... Cody, the collie next door, is McKinley's best friend. But you know, around here, we don't have much dog problem most of the time. Dogs are not allowed off leashes outside the yard, period, and when they get loose, you're in trouble or they're dead, and it seems to really put the onus on the dog parents. I once had a pitbull visiting next door, that got loose and attacked Current. I attacked him, barehanded, and then his owner. Current survived, but was catatonic for a while. If someone's attack dog, like Mr Mow-It-All's, was in my yard twice, I would kill it. Period. And then think about him. So you never see many roamers, here. People with bad dogs know they're going to be paying for them, from the County, or they'll be dead. You have to pay to let a dog bark. You have a live trap and you're scared of what to do if you catch him? Isn't that a little girlish (sorry, Ish) for a modern Southern woman? I just threw a towel over it and carried him off. It's for their own good, you sissy-butt. Pansy. You're a pansy.

To: Rambi who wrote (52181)	6/13/2000 1:55:00 PM
From: Lady Lurksalot	Respond to of 71178

I can well relate to that! M'dog Ralph was an escape artist extraordinaire, and he would leap the fence right under my nose! He was a canine helicopter, if you will. I was aware of his history when I adopted him. However, I, in my smugness, figured he would not behave this way under my tutelage. Hah on me! When I was home, Ralph was in the house with me. When I went to work, I would put him out in my securely fenced, spacious back yard. I would come home from work in the morning, and there would be Ralph to greet me effusively and welcome me home. Perfect, no? Well, as time went on, various neighbors reported sighting a big, friendly, white, shaggy face peering in their windows while they were sipping their morning coffee. Apparently, after I left for work, Ralph would begin his nightly escapades but be dutifully waiting in his own back yard to greet me upon my return home, as though he had been there all night. Long story short, Ralph quickly became a house dog and was a perfect canine gentlemen in that respect for all of his days. When Laszlo (another incorrigible canine derelict) came to live with us, Ralph quickly taught Laszlo to leap the fence. Laszlo? He wanted no part of that silliness. Laszlo would simply reach up with his paw or nose and unlatch the gate! Ah, the joys of living with creatures who are smarter . . .