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	<title>Comments on: A Dog Story</title>
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		<title>By: Kyle N</title>
		<link>http://steelwhitetable.org/2006/02/23/a-dog-story/#comment-7963</link>
		<dc:creator>Kyle N</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2006 23:32:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have not seen snow in twenty six years.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have not seen snow in twenty six years.</p>
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		<title>By: Pender</title>
		<link>http://steelwhitetable.org/2006/02/23/a-dog-story/#comment-7870</link>
		<dc:creator>Pender</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2006 21:16:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I take it you moved away from golf avenue then, cause I don't remember any woods behind there.

We used to walk our 3 big dogs near fielding gardens/some elementary school across the street. The dogs would take a nice hearty shit in the fields that the kids would play in at lunchtime. Eventually they put up a sign "dogs must be on a leash" but that didn't stop us from dumping thousands of pounds of manure onto their fields. Plus we ignored the sign. Good times! To this day I have fond made up memories of kids rolling in shit at recess.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I take it you moved away from golf avenue then, cause I don&#8217;t remember any woods behind there.</p>
<p>We used to walk our 3 big dogs near fielding gardens/some elementary school across the street. The dogs would take a nice hearty shit in the fields that the kids would play in at lunchtime. Eventually they put up a sign &#8220;dogs must be on a leash&#8221; but that didn&#8217;t stop us from dumping thousands of pounds of manure onto their fields. Plus we ignored the sign. Good times! To this day I have fond made up memories of kids rolling in shit at recess.</p>
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		<title>By: ChrisO</title>
		<link>http://steelwhitetable.org/2006/02/23/a-dog-story/#comment-7868</link>
		<dc:creator>ChrisO</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2006 17:33:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>HAHAHA, Sol had a good dog story too!</description>
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		<title>By: Sol</title>
		<link>http://steelwhitetable.org/2006/02/23/a-dog-story/#comment-7860</link>
		<dc:creator>Sol</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2006 15:04:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>True devotion. Sonny often walks close enough to my heels that he gets clunked, and just as you said, when I look back, I get a look like "Why are we stopping?"

Be careful though -- if you ever take your dog biking (him running along side your bike with him on a leash), and your tire (at 100 PSI) explodes with the sound as loud as a gunshot, your dog will tend to try to flee the scene, forgetting that he is still attached to your arm with a leash. Having a tire go flat and nearly simultaneously being tugged to the side does not do good things to the notion of stability. You just might end up on the ground with a few scrapes on yourself and some on your bike, and your dog looking at you with a panicked like "What the HELL just happened?"</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>True devotion. Sonny often walks close enough to my heels that he gets clunked, and just as you said, when I look back, I get a look like &#8220;Why are we stopping?&#8221;</p>
<p>Be careful though &#8212; if you ever take your dog biking (him running along side your bike with him on a leash), and your tire (at 100 PSI) explodes with the sound as loud as a gunshot, your dog will tend to try to flee the scene, forgetting that he is still attached to your arm with a leash. Having a tire go flat and nearly simultaneously being tugged to the side does not do good things to the notion of stability. You just might end up on the ground with a few scrapes on yourself and some on your bike, and your dog looking at you with a panicked like &#8220;What the HELL just happened?&#8221;</p>
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