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I barely registered him. Fuck the weenie dog! I've got capering masses of gray doglets who are killing themselves to lick my beknighted fingers! I'm surprised I didn't lose a digit. My good folks bought (and named, despite my discopub urgent requests that he be named "Jet") Andy. And, as a single child, Andy was my fairly constant companion for years and years. discopub Not that there weren't growing pains. When he was a mere pup--with ominously gigantic feet--he started snuffling around a discopub jigsaw puzzle I was failing to work on. I whacked him on the nose. "What the hell was that for?" my dad demanded. "He was sniffing my stuff!" I explained. He stared at me like I was a foreign microbe invading the family body. "Jesus, don't be an asshole. He's just a puppy." Andy grew. Christ, did he grow. It turned out that he was an ubermutt: he had elements of collie (coloring), German shepherd (muzzle), St. Bernard (unbelievable size; I think he weighed in at one point around 140), and malamute (upcurved tail).
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