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A letter from our dog walker

Subject: Guilty Party
One of the pups tore upon the corner of the throw pillow on the couch.  Upon further questioning, Gibson seems innocent, but Bailey had a suspicious demeanor and the stuffing hanging from his tooth did not point to his innocence.  I put the pillow up, so hopefully they won’t be able to get into it again. Bailey was funny on our way back from the park.  After crossing the street, Bailey threw himself down on the pavement to scratch his back.  Passerbys in cars found this very amusing as it went on for some time.  Gibson pretended not to know either of us.

Karin

Oh! I miss our dogs so much. This email in my inbox this morning gave me quite the laugh. They are such characters - and every dog walker we have ever had assumes that Bailey Jane, our boston terrier is a boy and Gibson, our foofy papillion mix is a girl. Even when we’ve explained several times that even though she is in fact a female, Bailey learned to lift her leg when she pees from a male dog she was raised with.  Poor dogs - they’ve have gender identity issues for years now!

07/30/2009 07:24
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