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The golden retriever leaped into
the back, and ran up to the front and
stuck his head over the side. His tail
was wagging as he anticipated a fun
ride.
I, too, headed on my way, but I
had one more stop before I headed
home. I pulled into another farm
yard, and the farmer came over to
greet me. As we talked, I looked over
and saw a young black lab chewing
on a shoe.
“You got a new dog?” I asked.
“Yeah,” the farmer said. “Had ‘im
for a few months now.”
“You going to make a hunting dog
out of him?”
The farmer nodded. “Hoping to.
In fact, his name is Pointer just for
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