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What a nice story. You are a great story teller and should write more. I
will be watching for your stories. Rachel
At 09:26 PM 2/26/01 -0800, you wrote:
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
----- Original Message -----
From:
Clyde Lee
To: 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 champion
Mini-Pincher. They went to lunch. The friend brought the mini-pin with
her and left it in the run with the terrier bitch. Guess what -- the bitch
came into heat while they were at lunch and there was a problem.
The lady with the terriers always brought the litters her dogs had into
the kitchen for the first few weeks. The house had at least 5 children
from ages of 7 or so to 16 or so and maybe 20 or 30 from all around
the neighborhood who came by. Needless to say all these small
animals had plenty of young human love in their life.
We got the runt of this mixed litter -- BayBee was the name my wife
gave her.
Now, 8 years later and at a weight of 8 pounds, she goes with me to
the office every day and spends half of the work day in my lap and
the other half in my wife's lap. Pat is my office manager and the only
reason 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 as
I have had from this mutt.
The message is, TAKE YOUR DOG TO THE OFFICE.
Clyde
At 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 really
been 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 PM
Subject: 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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