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OK,Ok, I have a somewhat unusual dog story too. On
October 5th, 2000 our desert community had one of those extremely rare thunder
and lightning storms pass over the valley. No rain fell as usual as our
rainfall is in fractions of an inch a year with nearly perpetual sunshine.
The next morning we found a stray adult German Shepard mix hiding in a two
foot space between a metal storage shed and chainlink fence in the back of the 2
acre property. Now we live 2 miles outside of town and the nearest
neighbors are beyond stone throwing distance but within gunshot range. The
fenced property is borderd by alfalfa fields on two sides, a drain ditch on the
east side and an irrigation canal on the north side. During the night of
the storm the stray dog must have run into the yard for shelter as the thunder
was trememdous and the lightning created daylight at midnight. When we
found him the following morning he was frozen in shock with an apparant case of
amnesia, did not know what he was, where he was, and showed no desire to
move. Neither did he growl, bark, or threaten us in anyway. He was
totally expressionless and stood with his head somewhat hanging down, looking at
my sister and I with his dazed amber eyes. She thought he looked wolf
like. His fur was a dull black except for some grey jaws, white on his
chest and brown on his legs. We were afraid to approach this strange dog
because he was huge and knew nothing about his past. First plan was to put
him outside the fence in which the storm had trapped him. We closed the
gates in hopes he would move on back to where he came from. Instead he
wandered over to the ten foot deep drain ditch that the agricultural fields
drain into. Over the next few days he made shelter in the weeds and grass
down near the water table. During the day I watched him through binoculars
from my trading room window which looks through 4 desert fan palms towards the
Arizona mountains. At sunrise he would climb out of the ditch to eat
grass, sunbath and then when it got too hot go back into his shelter where it
was a bit shadier and cooler. Then in the evening he would climb out again
to watch the sunset and eat more grass. He spent a bit of time just
standing and staring in different directions or in grooming himself. He
appeared to be quite independant and without an agenda to go anywhere.
Three times a day I walk my sister's dog along the canal bank a few hundred
feet from the mystery dog. He watched us but made no motion towards
us. Now my curiosity was picking up. What is with this animal.
I admired his "at peace" with the world. I had to approach him to find out
more and took peace offerings. If I approached his shelter he would creep
quietly along the bottom of the drain ditch to avoid me. Initially I
tossed food down to him and later left it in the arrow weeds at the entrance to
his selfmade home. A few days later he began climbing up to meet me and
would lick my arms. After a few more days he began coming closer to the
house and circled the fence stopping at each gate and nudging it, and checking
each latch for accessability. We continued to restrict him from the yard
because of two cats and a dog that already live here. He was beginning to
cautiously take food from our hands and run off to eat it. He
was also spending his daylight hours circling the yard and if he saw me
step outside the door he began galloping around the perimeter of the yard
looking for access. This is a big majestic animal, had no evidence of
having had a collar or being brushed. He seemed to respect the territorial
rights of our dog until we let him in the yard, but has a big grudge against
cats. Now I am beginning to think about who he belonged to and figured the
owner must be missing him. I also began worrying about his safety.
The Basque were bringing sheep in for overwintering and along with the sheep
they bring Pyrinese sheep dogs. They too are large, and powerful and
can handle any local dog that strays into their herd.
So now the mystery dog is living in the yard but is confined to the length of a
20 foot rope near my van. Not wanting to deplete the other dog's food
supply it was time for a trip to Albertson's. So in the van the mystery
dog goes and he makes himself right at home by jumping up on the back seat and
looks out the window. Upon returning from the store he would not exit the
van. No way was he getting out. Fine with me for the time being and
he did not like the windbreak I made for him anyway. After a month of
living in the van and making every trip to the store with me he had found a
home. No one answered the lost and found ads. On one trip home from
shopping a package of hotdogs slipped under the fence between the front
seats and his space. Now he expects the same each trip but doesn't get it
of course. On to month two/three. He must have resigned himself to
the fact that the van isn't going to take him home wherever that was. So
when on a leash he began pulling towards the house where the food is kept,
naturally. I let him explore the house, always on a short leash.
When we approached a closed door he would rattle the door knob with his
long black nose. First time in the computer room where there is a spare
bed he walked back and jumped up on it and declared that he wasn't going to live
in a van any longer. The first few weeks of sleeping indoors he appeared to
be dreaming as his legs would move and he would make vocal sounds.
When this guy decides not to move, he doesn't move. He has this Chi energy
that freezes his 90 pounds on the spot. As you might surmise, he and I
became buddies. He never lets me out of his sight, like an attached
shadow. I never go anywhere whithout him. If he needs to relieve
himself when I am at the keyboard he comes over and puts his nose under my left
arm and pushes upward a few times to get attention. Or he will go to the
door and rattle the door knob. Besides eating almost more than I do, he
had to make a trip to the vet for tape worms and shots. That was $75 of
love money. That's more than I personally have had to spend in years for
my own medical needs. He doesn't seem to know what balls or frizbees are
for or even what playing means. He is a great watch dog with a vicous
growl. The bigger expense was yet to come. Late one trading day
prior to the close I had bought a $12 put option. The next morning there
was a dive in the mkt and the put moved to $17. I was getting ready to
exit thinking the high or low occurs within the first 30 to 60 minutes of the
day. Merlin was distracting me. My sister named him Merlin
because of the way he magically appeared that October 5th night. The smoke
alarm battery was low and beeping. UPS drove up. My 87 year old
mom was concerned about something. I turned to attend to Merlin who
was getting anxious to head to his dumping ground and figured I have a few
minutes to attend to his neads. As you might expect he now cost me an
additional $600 in lost opportunity as the mkt reversed while we were
outside. Of course that is unfair and he wasn't responsible, nor were any
of the other distractions that occured within a few minutes of that failure to
give the trade the attention it requires. That's how it goes sometimes, a
vortex of events occur that shape destiny.
BobR
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style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color: black">From:
Clyde Lee
To: <A
href="mailto:realtraders@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx";
title=realtraders@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>realtraders@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Monday, February 26, 2001 6:35
PM
Subject: Re: [RT] silly question
Now, all you dog lovers -- you ain't seen nothing
yet.Eight years ago, after waiting 10 years after losing our 14year
old mutt,my wife (Pat) and I decided to obtain another dog.A lady
way outside of Houston advertised a "mistake". She was a breeder of
champion toy fox terriers. She had a friend who had a
championMini-Pincher. They went to lunch. The friend brought
the mini-pin withher and left it in the run with the terrier bitch.
Guess what -- the bitchcame into heat while they were at lunch and there
was a problem.The lady with the terriers always brought the litters
her dogs had intothe kitchen for the first few weeks. The house had
at least 5 childrenfrom ages of 7 or so to 16 or so and maybe 20 or 30
from all aroundthe neighborhood who came by. Needless to say all
these smallanimals had plenty of young human love in their life.
We got the runt of this mixed litter -- BayBee was the name my
wifegave her.Now, 8 years later and at a weight of 8 pounds, she
goes with me tothe office every day and spends half of the work day in my
lap andthe other half in my wife's lap. Pat is my office manager and
the onlyreason anything around the office keeps straight.You
cannot imagine anything that can take your mind off a "bad"or "dull"
market condition like a beast such as this.I could hope that all you
dog lovers know as much enjoyment asI have had from this mutt.The
message is, TAKE YOUR DOG TO THE OFFICE.ClydeAt 17:49
2/26/01 -0600, you wrote:
Gary,I know but they are
cute when they are little . . . the real question is,ever wonder how
they know to be good for days, right after they have reallybeen
bad?Kind of like the markets at times?don ewers-----
Original Message -----From: "Gary Fritz" <fritz@xxxxxxxx>To:
"Don Ewers" <dbewers@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>Sent: Monday, February 26, 2001
2:07 PMSubject: Re: [RT] silly question> > Buy a new
puppy (Golden Retriever's proffered here).> > And, they really
like to chew on those computer cables :-)>> Tell me about
it. My wife insisted on getting a puppy, and got a> little
yapper (Papillon). And while we were away for a few days he>
got away from the house-sitter, and chewed up about $150 in cables.>
Plus after I repaired them all, the HP Jornada hand-held that used>
two of them suddenly and mysteriously died.>> That damn dog is
an expensive little @#%@#$%. Woulda been a lot> cheaper if he'd
bitten harder into the power cables....
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