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My first dog was named Maggie. I was taking care of my neighbor's dogs across the street and she followed me up onto their porch. I was in the house for awhile and I came out and she was still sitting there on the porch. I think she knew she was going to have a good thing going. She was a black part pocker part something big because she wasn't as dumb as the usual cockers and athletic as hell. She could scale up a six foot privacy fence. Eat a car cover. Catch a frisbee. Chase after a tennis ball unitl you couldn't throw it anymore. She lived a good life until age and the resulting health problems caught up with her a couple of years ago. She was always there to make me feel better. She was a very good dog.
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