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May 23, 2003


Like most of us, I also have a true inspiring weinerdog story. I was living in Lake Tahoe, CA, at the time, and bears were often seen rummaging through the trash bins in our condo parking lot. The people next door to us had a weinerdog, and one day it charged out of its house toward a large black bear which was in the garbage. The bear took off into the woods, with the weinerdog in hot pursuit. There was a long pause, in which all one could hear were the sounds of birds chirping. Then, from the woods, came the weinerdog -- running madly back toward the house, with the bear now the pursuer instead of the pursuee. Somewhere, deep in the woods, it must have dawned on the bear that it was being chased by a freakin' weinerdog.

The funniest part to me was that the weinerdog flew back into the house -- and I swear, I don't know how this happened, because no one was home -- the door
slammed shut behind him.

Rick Chandler


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