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This letter was in response to an ad I put up on Craigslist giving away a standing dog water dish. As near as I can tell, this woman is having an affair with a carpenter and living with twelve dogs while committing the felony of letter her dog run rampant (off-lead) on National Park land. But it’s a good thing she had those dogs because her neighbors are stealing from her? Whaaa?

your post re: chuck’s dog dish was very touching.not everyone has the patience to care for a 3 legged dog. chuck sounded very happy.
i thought i was the biggest dog lover ever.//but, now you have proved me wrong. i would love that dog dish for my 100# black lab Bonnie.
i had a job commuting 1.5 hours away…my fence was falling down & one of my dog at the time, was a little escape artist. so i had to hire someone carpenter to help me replace it….while fence was down, he loaded up my dogs & i & we went to national park to run them…while there, a couple drove up to me w/ 2 black labs in back & asked if they were mine. i said on & pointed to mine. they said they found them running wild way up in the forest, miles away…they were so hungry…they said they were taking them to the pound…i said no, dont do that, i will take them. my carpenter said you already  have 2 dogs you dont need 2 more.. besides you just got let go from your job yesterday, are you nuts….i said look at those pretty black labs… my carpenter refused to put the dogs in his truck. i asked the couple if they would give me & 4 dogs a ride back to my house….they agreed & i took the 2 new black labs & named them BONNIE & Clyde.
my dear sweet neigbors left a note on my door, informing me they were turning me in for having 4 dogs.
another friend of mine w/ a drinking problem, told me he had once trained & raised great danes & loved big dogs….at the time he was dogless, bur not for long. he fell in love w/ Clyde who weighs 125#. he said Clyde was a corny name & renamed him Bud..this freind’s father later came down w/ alzheirmer’s & he had to put his dad in a facility. my friend trained Clyde/Bud to be a service dog for nursing home patients.
myself, i am still struggling financially. only getting part time temp jobs.
i have been experiencing theft from neigbhors. poor bonnie wss so exhausted from her watch dog duties, she would collapse in exhaustion..so i got 2 free watch dogs a rotweiller/german shepherd  Captain and a pit bull/jack russell Cherokee.
my lab is very easy going & has to put up with the rest of the crew.
they steal her food, little boogers…
if you decide on me:
unfortuantely, i am south of shoreline, in thurston co, but could pick it up from friends in south king co…if you ccould get it that far south

Also – Pit bull/Jack Russel Terrier mix? How the hell does one allow THAT to happen?

I tried making up for Chuck’s sedentary lifestyle by taking him hiking in the afternoons. I figured out that the longer I walked him the better he would behave later. Eventually leading me to the discovery of the Universal Dog Equations:

Exercise = Good Dog
No Exercise = Bad Dog

Which, I hasten to add, can also be applied to small children with similar results.

Chuck hadn’t been too happy with our living arrangements either.  The Roommate drama had him stressed out very badly. And to add insult to injury, there were cats.

Big, beautiful, psychotic, evil, declawed cats.

They didn’t want to be friends with him. They didn’t like him. They didn’t even notice him half the time. He liked them anyway. He tried with dogged determination to sniff, lick or jovially harass them in any way possible but it never worked. They didn’t even care enough to get mad. Poor Chuck. One little nibble would have been enough but you can’t try to catch something that doesn’t have the decency to know when it’s being chased.

Once, I took Chuck to an Auto-parts store with me and decided to leave him tied to the front bike railing while I was in the store. I figured since the store had a huge front window he would be able to see me and he would be fine.

After 3 or 4 minutes the guys that worked there asked if I would like to bring my dog in the store. When I asked why (how did they even know I had a dog?) one of the guys told me that there was a huge black dog standing on his hind legs, pounding on the window trying to get at me.

I walked to the front of the store keeping just out of sight (maybe it wasn’t my dog after all?) I could see Chuck, towering over the window, punching it with his front paw. Every time he hit the window bowed in a little bit. When I stepped out so he could see me, he calmed right down.

The guys were relieved when I opted to bring him in the store