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our muddy feet on it before we come

into the house. When Rufus was a

pup, he would chew that rug to

pieces, either that, or drag it off

somewhere and bury it, or something.

Every time I stepped out the door and

saw it chewed or gone, I would yell,

‘Dang it, you stupid dog!’ and he got

to thinking that was his name.

“The boys and I have gotten it

shortened to just ‘Dang It’. I’ve kind

of tried to get him used to his normal

name again, but I’ve about given up.

I figure that a person shouldn’t try to

teach an old dog new tricks. Just call

him what he knows.”

I whistled and patted my leg.

“Here, Dang It.” Immediately, the

dog was by my side. I patted his

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