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riding around in the back of the

pickup as useful. He’s good at that.

That and gettin’ underfoot all of the

time.”

“What’s his name?” I asked.

“Rufus,” came Bart’s reply. “My

wife named him.”

I whistled and patted my leg.

“Here, Rufus.” The dog only yawned

and ignored me.

“I’m afraid he doesn’t recognize

that name,” Bart said.

I was surprised that, after a full

year, the dog wouldn’t know his

name. “Why not?” I asked.

Bart reached up and scratched his

head. “Well, it’s kind of a long story.

You see, we have a throw rug we put

just outside our door so we can wipe

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