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<\/a><\/p>\nI don’t believe that I would be considered a “dog person”. I like them, and they seem to like me, especially the old ones. I enjoy really roughing up a dog with a good scritch, but beyond that I don’t give them much mind. However if I were a dog person, I think that it would be because I am somehow the patron saint of junk yard dogs. For whatever reason, the dogs that I end up owning or caring for seem to be rescued neglected dogs. The dogs that have that junk yard rep…and that junk yard condition too. I don’t go out to find them, they just seem to find me. <\/p>\n
Enter Hunny. I wasn’t really interested in a pet at this time, I was only keeping her long enough to get her healthy again, then I was taking her to the rescue for adoption. But dag nabit, she went and made herself all likable by reminding me of Sampson, The Best Dog Ever. <\/p>\n
Yukon, the dippy dobe. He was good tempered and would put up with my “doctoring”.
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<\/a>Sampson, A Rottweiler-Doberman mix. As stated before, The Best Dog Ever. When he came to me he was 150#, absolutely obese -I got his weight down to a respectable 110#. He liked people and was a very sweet dog. Except should you try to enter the house without being let in by me first. If you didn’t wait for me, then for sure you’d be having a -Come to Jesus Moment.<\/p>\n![\"IMG_0147\"](\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5125\/5236365001_c0b99be321.jpg\")
<\/a>Now there is Hunny, the Pit Bull. sigh…Okay Hunny, welcome. Just stick to eating the squirrels and burglars, ‘k. Well, maybe every now and then, growl at that one neighbor guy that annoys me, but nothing too spooky. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"