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then down the alley, and she would push the gate open and play with the dogs. The dog’s owner*
and I would drink wine and laugh as the dogs would beat each other up. A Episcopal Priest told me
that at a farm he lived on in Indiana when his 2 sons were younger had a big male boxer and if either
boy got more than 100’ from the house would chomp down on their shirts and drag them closer to
the house.


*. Btw I miss my gay neighbor with his boxers. A nice new good looking couple now lives in that
house and I wish he and the dogs would come back.