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I had a terrible year when my dear wife passed on to her reward in heaven. Then shortly my dog also died.

I always buy a dog with a pedigree, that way I know what I am getting. I went into a large pet shop just looking. They advertised free dogs, just pay for the license and shots. There I beheld the strangest sight imaginable.

In a large pen stood a group of dogs all standing against the wall on one side of the pen.

All alone on the other side stood a medium sized brown and white dog. He looked at first glance like a Jack Russell.

He just stood there, no growl, no bared teeth, he just looked. Did you go to a horror movie where the camera looked the monster, or wolf in the eye close up? That’s what this dog had. I walked over and put my hand out to him, palm down.

He didn’t snap or lick my hand, he put his head in my hand. I picked him up and sat him down outside of the pen. The attendant rushed over with a leash. "I was sure that one was going back to death row."

I paid the money took the leash, just nodded toward the door. He turned and every dog being walked moved out of the way.

I named him George. We lived together for a couple of years. I was old and beginning to get sick. The apartment manager came with an eviction notice. I had to get rid of George or move, which at the time, I could not do.

I gave him to my grown daughter, her family had had children and another dog, so she gave him to a woman who had children and a wife beater husband.

The way I hear it George just got settled down when the wife beater got out of jail, came home drunk and proceeded to administer a beating to his family. George suddenly looked like a wolverine. There was not too many places this monster didn’t have a bite mark.

He finally ran out of the house and down the street crying and screaming. When the happy dog let him go, and returned home for his reward the frightened mother locked him out.

Oh well, he trotted off down the street. This was not the end. A week later he came back in the arms of a ten year old little girl, who was crying, followed by her unhappy mother.

The wife beater’s wife answered. The little girls mom said the pretty dog came in her house, and her daughter just loved him. She knew the owner of such a pretty dog would want him back. The former owner went in the house and returned with his bowl and told the girl his name was George.

Happy ending. Somewhere a little girl can walk the mean streets and not fear molesters, monsters, or even

The occasional wife beater!! I only wish George was in Washington giving the enemies of this country that look from his predator eyes!!

This is my opinion and JON’S VU!!


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