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Dear Dr. Mutt,

Yesterday I took the master's wife out for a jaunt around the neighborhood. There we were with the wind in our ears, minding our own business, just having a grand ole time getting our exercise when all of a sudden, these two Doberdogs launched a ferocious attack, snarling, snipping and snapping ugly remarks at us. I stood my ground, of course, neck fur hirsute, ready for anything. But I must admit that if it hadn't been for the ten- foot hurricane fence, they would have had the master's wife for lunch! The funny thing is that within seconds after they began their rampage, they began arguing with each other, and then the real fun began. We laughed all the way home, albiet a bit shaky from the experience.

But one thing concerns me. I shudder to think if these guys had not been behind bars. Why can't they laugh and bark at the sunshine and thunder like the rest of us? Why are they so bitter at th world

Dumbfounded in Diablo

Dear Dumbfounded,

We are all the products of our upbringing so don't let the foibles of others get you down. That poor duo is doomed to dwell within the confines of a very big cage, and I can imagine their vocabulary. I'm sure if they had gone to a different school, they would not have acted that way. You are a very lucky dog! You have a master and a master's wife who understand the concept of freedom. Enjoy it and try not to rub it in when you pass by the duo's house again, just in case.

Sparky

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