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		<title>By: Joe</title>
		<link>http://twodinks.com/2007/03/17/the-people-that-you-meet/#comment-1300</link>
		<dc:creator>Joe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2007 21:07:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Now you're showing your age. Sadly I too remember that commercial.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now you&#8217;re showing your age. Sadly I too remember that commercial.</p>
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		<title>By: Merno</title>
		<link>http://twodinks.com/2007/03/17/the-people-that-you-meet/#comment-1297</link>
		<dc:creator>Merno</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2007 02:34:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Speaking of needing training, Lily, our three year old pure bred, has a habit of hugging men we are speaking to (recently, at the furniture store).  Now Lily is generally crotch height, and hugs straight on, so awkwardness quickly ensues.  I think the recent furniture victim was mostly afraid that guy from Dateline would pop out of a nearby overpriced armoire.

Were you littering on your walk? Perhaps this is why the Indians turned away, to hide the tears.

Jim</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Speaking of needing training, Lily, our three year old pure bred, has a habit of hugging men we are speaking to (recently, at the furniture store).  Now Lily is generally crotch height, and hugs straight on, so awkwardness quickly ensues.  I think the recent furniture victim was mostly afraid that guy from Dateline would pop out of a nearby overpriced armoire.</p>
<p>Were you littering on your walk? Perhaps this is why the Indians turned away, to hide the tears.</p>
<p>Jim</p>
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		<title>By: jackie</title>
		<link>http://twodinks.com/2007/03/17/the-people-that-you-meet/#comment-1281</link>
		<dc:creator>jackie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 04:12:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh I hear ya.
Although he didn't tell me how to train my dog, I had a frustrating walk last week too.
I was walking Cookie when I saw an older guy walking his Dalmation coming towards us. Cookie is a sweetheart, but when she's on the leash and sees another dog, she lunges and barks. A lot. I think it's a fear response. She's on the leash and not able to run away, so she's letting the other dog know to keep their distance.
I didn't want to deal with it, so I started down the nearest driveway to cross the street.
The guy yells "No no." and starts down the drive near him. I figured "Okay. he wants to cross instead. Fine." 
Instead of crossing he gets to the birm and continues on towards us. Like putting three more feet between us is going to do the trick. Of course it's Lakeshore Blvd and now there's too much traffic so I can't cross and am forced to meet up with them with only the distance of the tree lawn between us. Cookie starts lunging and pulling me and of course his dog acts in kind. I didn't even try to hide my frustration and anger from him. He sheepishly said, "sorry" as he dragged his dog away.
People.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh I hear ya.<br />
Although he didn&#8217;t tell me how to train my dog, I had a frustrating walk last week too.<br />
I was walking Cookie when I saw an older guy walking his Dalmation coming towards us. Cookie is a sweetheart, but when she&#8217;s on the leash and sees another dog, she lunges and barks. A lot. I think it&#8217;s a fear response. She&#8217;s on the leash and not able to run away, so she&#8217;s letting the other dog know to keep their distance.<br />
I didn&#8217;t want to deal with it, so I started down the nearest driveway to cross the street.<br />
The guy yells &#8220;No no.&#8221; and starts down the drive near him. I figured &#8220;Okay. he wants to cross instead. Fine.&#8221;<br />
Instead of crossing he gets to the birm and continues on towards us. Like putting three more feet between us is going to do the trick. Of course it&#8217;s Lakeshore Blvd and now there&#8217;s too much traffic so I can&#8217;t cross and am forced to meet up with them with only the distance of the tree lawn between us. Cookie starts lunging and pulling me and of course his dog acts in kind. I didn&#8217;t even try to hide my frustration and anger from him. He sheepishly said, &#8220;sorry&#8221; as he dragged his dog away.<br />
People.</p>
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		<title>By: dave</title>
		<link>http://twodinks.com/2007/03/17/the-people-that-you-meet/#comment-1280</link>
		<dc:creator>dave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2007 15:33:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dammit Joe, this is why you need to write more!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dammit Joe, this is why you need to write more!</p>
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		<title>By: Joe</title>
		<link>http://twodinks.com/2007/03/17/the-people-that-you-meet/#comment-1279</link>
		<dc:creator>Joe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 17:34:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My poor engrish. Corrected.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My poor engrish. Corrected.</p>
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		<title>By: Jim</title>
		<link>http://twodinks.com/2007/03/17/the-people-that-you-meet/#comment-1278</link>
		<dc:creator>Jim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 17:31:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nice story.
Now hire the Union Indians to train Bandit to cast bad juju on flea infested mutts.

For a second there, I thought you were saying Bandit was doing a Fat Albert inmitation.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice story.<br />
Now hire the Union Indians to train Bandit to cast bad juju on flea infested mutts.</p>
<p>For a second there, I thought you were saying Bandit was doing a Fat Albert inmitation.</p>
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