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Show Dog story Dear Editor: About six months ago my brothers and sisters and I were adopted by some Hood people who love to hunt pheasants behind a good dog. Our mother, after giving life to us v as hit and killed by a car on the highway. high-way. There were ten of us, we all found gond homes of pleasant, kind and patient masters that taught us to stay, fetch, heel, etc. On the 3rd of January, my master let us out of our kennel to romp and play in Ihe hills behind our home. I guess we strayed a little too far. There was soon a loud unfamiliar noise that scared us. Then we could see a big tough boy on a motorcycle with a gun across the bars, lie stopped and we didn't know whether lo go to him or run. A shot rang out hilling me in the jaw. Somehow I made it home and my master took me to Doc Oscarson. My mouth was badly shot up, 1 have to have a metal plate put in the roof of my mouth. It will be a week Isefore Doc knows if I will make it. I wish I could talk to tell my master what happened to my brother, Duke, who was wearing an I.D. chain around his neck. My master doesn't know if Duke was killed or if the tough boy took him. I'd sure like to find my brother so if lie is dead we could give him a decent, burial. I love my brother Duke and will miss him so. My master said Duke and I were the best dogs he ever had. He is just a regular guy working for a living but he says he'll give a good reward to get Duke back or to anyone having any information on him. Sincerely, HOOT 789-W6 ' Master (Berle Bell) |