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I agree BobR you should consider writing more . . . very descriptive &
well written. The list has not gone to the dogs after all, woof.
don ewers
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Sent: Tuesday, February 27, 2001 11:37
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Subject: Re: [RT] silly question
What a nice story. You are a great story teller and should
write more. I will be watching for your stories. RachelAt 09:26 PM 2/26/01
-0800, you wrote:
OK,Ok, I have a
somewhat unusual dog story too. On October 5th, 2000 our desert
community had one of those extremely rare thunder and lightning storms pass
over the valley. No rain fell as usual as our rainfall is in fractions
of an inch a year with nearly perpetual sunshine. The next morning we
found a stray adult German Shepard mix hiding in a two foot space between a
metal storage shed and chainlink fence in the back of the 2 acre
property. Now we live 2 miles outside of town and the nearest
neighbors are beyond stone throwing distance but within gunshot range.
The fenced property is borderd by alfalfa fields on two sides, a drain ditch
on the east side and an irrigation canal on the north side. During the
night of the storm the stray dog must have run into the yard for shelter as
the thunder was trememdous and the lightning created daylight at
midnight. When we found him the following morning he was frozen in
shock with an apparant case of amnesia, did not know what he was, where he
was, and showed no desire to move. Neither did he growl, bark, or
threaten us in anyway. He was totally expressionless and stood with
his head somewhat hanging down, looking at my sister and I with his dazed
amber eyes. She thought he looked wolf like. His fur was a dull black
except for some grey jaws, white on his chest and brown on his legs.
We were afraid to approach this strange dog because he was huge and knew
nothing about his past. First plan was to put him outside the fence in
which the storm had trapped him. We closed the gates in hopes he would
move on back to where he came from. Instead he wandered over to the
ten foot deep drain ditch that the agricultural fields drain into.
Over the next few days he made shelter in the weeds and grass down near the
water table. During the day I watched him through binoculars from my
trading room window which looks through 4 desert fan palms towards the
Arizona mountains. At sunrise he would climb out of the ditch to eat
grass, sunbath and then when it got too hot go back into his shelter where
it was a bit shadier and cooler. Then in the evening he would climb
out again to watch the sunset and eat more grass. He spent a bit of
time just standing and staring in different directions or in grooming
himself. He appeared to be quite independant and without an agenda to
go anywhere. Three times a day I walk my sister's dog along the canal
bank a few hundred feet from the mystery dog. He watched us but made
no motion towards us. Now my curiosity was picking up. What is
with this animal. I admired his "at peace" with the world. I had
to approach him to find out more and took peace offerings. If I
approached his shelter he would creep quietly along the bottom of the drain
ditch to avoid me. Initially I tossed food down to him and later left
it in the arrow weeds at the entrance to his selfmade home. A few days
later he began climbing up to meet me and would lick my arms. After a
few more days he began coming closer to the house and circled the fence
stopping at each gate and nudging it, and checking each latch for
accessability. We continued to restrict him from the yard because of
two cats and a dog that already live here. He was beginning to
cautiously take food from our hands and run off to eat it. He was also
spending his daylight hours circling the yard and if he saw me step outside
the door he began galloping around the perimeter of the yard looking for
access. This is a big majestic animal, had no evidence of having had a
collar or being brushed. He seemed to respect the territorial rights
of our dog until we let him in the yard, but has a big grudge against
cats. Now I am beginning to think about who he belonged to and figured
the owner must be missing him. I also began worrying about his
safety. The Basque were bringing sheep in for overwintering and along
with the sheep they bring Pyrinese sheep dogs. They too are large, and
powerful and can handle any local dog that strays into their
herd. So now the mystery dog is living in the yard but is confined to
the length of a 20 foot rope near my van. Not wanting to deplete the
other dog's food supply it was time for a trip to Albertson's. So in
the van the mystery dog goes and he makes himself right at home by jumping
up on the back seat and looks out the window. Upon returning from the
store he would not exit the van. No way was he getting out. Fine
with me for the time being and he did not like the windbreak I made for him
anyway. After a month of living in the van and making every trip to
the store with me he had found a home. No one answered the lost and
found ads. On one trip home from shopping a package of hotdogs slipped
under the fence between the front seats and his space. Now he expects
the same each trip but doesn't get it of course. On to month
two/three. He must have resigned himself to the fact that the van
isn't going to take him home wherever that was. So when on a leash he
began pulling towards the house where the food is kept, naturally. I
let him explore the house, always on a short leash. When we approached
a closed door he would rattle the door knob with his long black nose.
First time in the computer room where there is a spare bed he walked back
and jumped up on it and declared that he wasn't going to live in a van any
longer. The first few weeks of sleeping indoors he appeared to be dreaming
as his legs would move and he would make vocal sounds. When this
guy decides not to move, he doesn't move. He has this Chi energy that
freezes his 90 pounds on the spot. As you might surmise, he and I
became buddies. He never lets me out of his sight, like an attached
shadow. I never go anywhere whithout him. If he needs to relieve
himself when I am at the keyboard he comes over and puts his nose under my
left arm and pushes upward a few times to get attention. Or he will go
to the door and rattle the door knob. Besides eating almost more than
I do, he had to make a trip to the vet for tape worms and shots. That
was $75 of love money. That's more than I personally have had to spend
in years for my own medical needs. He doesn't seem to know what balls
or frizbees are for or even what playing means. He is a great watch
dog with a vicous growl. The bigger expense was yet to come.
Late one trading day prior to the close I had bought a $12 put option.
The next morning there was a dive in the mkt and the put moved to $17.
I was getting ready to exit thinking the high or low occurs within the first
30 to 60 minutes of the day. Merlin was distracting me. My
sister named him Merlin because of the way he magically appeared that
October 5th night. The smoke alarm battery was low and beeping. UPS
drove up. My 87 year old mom was concerned about something. I
turned to attend to Merlin who was getting anxious to head to his dumping
ground and figured I have a few minutes to attend to his neads. As you
might expect he now cost me an additional $600 in lost opportunity as the
mkt reversed while we were outside. Of course that is unfair and he
wasn't responsible, nor were any of the other distractions that occured
within a few minutes of that failure to give the trade the attention it
requires. That's how it goes sometimes, a vortex of events occur that
shape destiny. BobR ----- Original
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From: <A
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Sent: Monday, February 26, 2001 6:35 PMSubject: Re:
[RT] silly questionNow, all you dog lovers -- you ain't seen
nothing yet.Eight years ago, after waiting 10 years after losing
our 14year old mutt,my wife (Pat) and I decided to obtain another
dog.A lady way outside of Houston advertised a "mistake".
She was a breeder of champion toy fox terriers. She had a friend
who had a championMini-Pincher. They went to lunch. The
friend brought the mini-pin withher and left it in the run with the
terrier bitch. Guess what -- the bitchcame into heat while they
were at lunch and there was a problem.The lady with the terriers
always brought the litters her dogs had intothe kitchen for the first
few weeks. The house had at least 5 childrenfrom ages of 7 or so
to 16 or so and maybe 20 or 30 from all aroundthe neighborhood who
came by. Needless to say all these smallanimals had plenty of
young human love in their life. We got the runt of this
mixed litter -- BayBee was the name my wifegave her.Now, 8
years later and at a weight of 8 pounds, she goes with me tothe office
every day and spends half of the work day in my lap andthe other half
in my wife's lap. Pat is my office manager and the onlyreason
anything around the office keeps straight.You cannot imagine
anything that can take your mind off a "bad"or "dull" market condition
like a beast such as this.I could hope that all you dog lovers
know as much enjoyment asI have had from this mutt.The message
is, TAKE YOUR DOG TO THE OFFICE.ClydeAt 17:49 2/26/01
-0600, you wrote:
Gary,I know but they are
cute when they are little . . . the real question is,ever wonder how
they know to be good for days, right after they have reallybeen
bad?Kind of like the markets at times?don ewers-----
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<fritz@xxxxxxxx>To: "Don Ewers"
<dbewers@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>Sent: Monday, February 26, 2001 2:07
PMSubject: Re: [RT] silly question> > Buy a new
puppy (Golden Retriever's proffered here).> > And, they really
like to chew on those computer cables :-)>> Tell me about
it. My wife insisted on getting a puppy, and got a> little
yapper (Papillon). And while we were away for a few days
he> got away from the house-sitter, and chewed up about $150 in
cables.> Plus after I repaired them all, the HP Jornada hand-held
that used> two of them suddenly and mysteriously
died.>> That damn dog is an expensive little
@#%@#$%. Woulda been a lot> cheaper if he'd bitten harder
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