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that really IS just about the most emblematic story I've ever heard about a horrible early encounter with dogs. my family didn't have a dog until I was about seven, but my Bronx grandparents had a sort of Golden Retriever mix named Mimsy of whom I was very fond (in retrospect, I might have been guilty of a little abuse). the thing is (and you'll REALLY appreciate this, Tom) that my father said that, as far as he remembered, she was found as a nearly newborn abandoned puppy around the time of the Munich Pact (!!). which is to say that I actually knew a dog (this'd be around '53 or '54) whose existence predated WWII. and dogs don't live all that long, although Mimsy was obviously pretty healthy. this provides a healthy sense of perspective. or something.

as kids, were always told to avoid strange dogs because of rabies and the horrible shots, but all of that seemed like a sort of mythology. you're actually the first person I know who actually had to go through that. if it had been me, I'd probably have given dogs a wide berth as well. OUCH.

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