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My friend in college, Doug Anderson, and his family, had a black and white short legged dog named, “PeeWee.” Their beloved family pet was entrusted to us during the Anderson family vacation.
My friend in college, Doug Anderson, and his family, had a black and white short legged dog named, “PeeWee.” Their beloved family pet was entrusted to us during the Anderson family vacation.
I fed and watered PeeWee for my friend, but had little tolerance for dogs. One day, PeeWee, a house dog, got loose from me and ran off into our woods. I called frantically after the dog, but it seemed to not care. I ran after it, but it kept its distance, enjoying the chase, and not intending to come back. I was outraged and humiliated at being defied by an animal. I ran inside, fetched my brother's 12 gauge shotgun, and raised the barrel. I took aim at the retreating family pet and squeezed the trigger. The shotgun barked and PeeWee halted his retreat, dead in his tracks. I went up to inspect my kill. “That’ll teach ya to run off and not obey,” I said, satisfied.
Later, I told my friends how sorry I was that their dog ran off, but they understood.
“PeeWee had a knack for wandering off,” they said. “It’s not your fault.”
Main thing was, that stupid dog would never disobey me again.
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