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John Callan <[log in to unmask]>
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BP - Dwell time 5 minutes.
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Thu, 15 Oct 1998 19:41:22 EDT
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In a message dated 10/12/98 12:59:30 PM, [log in to unmask] wrote:

<<The theory is that if you protest 100% of parking violations that
you will win on 50% because either the paperwork is too much work for them, or
the  incident is not provable.
>>

I've had little luck with dogs.  Sparky, the seemingly asmatic Minnesota Mud
Hound who adopted us after aparently missing the mark in her breeders plan by
coming out looking like a Beagle, but built like a terrirer, with a
dachshounds face...but that's not the story I'm telling...

We once had a REALLY psycho scottie.  He would come to anyone who
called...except me.  He was fearless....killed my snowblower at the cost of a
broken nose...full frontal asault into the auger too!  So he'd run off from
time to time and get caught...er he'd show up and turn himself into the
police.  They would call and ask me to pick him up.  Seemed a fair enough
arrangement to me!

One day the cop stops at the driveway, sees the dog is loose, calls the dog,
opens the back door to the squad car, the dog jumps in, he closes the door,
smiles at me and says, "see you down town!"

This time they give me a ticket!  I get p'd.  ENTRAPMENT!  i cry!  BETRAYAL! I
shout at the dog!  But instead of paying the fine, I put on my best
suit...(sounds like I got a whole closet full of 'em doesn't it?) and show up
for court.  Darn't if I know what I'm going to tell the judge, but I was
between jobs as they say and figured I had little to loose.

The cop goes in to the court.  He comes out.  He looks at me and goes back in.
Two cops come out.  There's a lot of whispering and waveing of hands.  They
look at me.  I must have looked good, all dressed up and a brief case too!
They went back in.  The conversation got loud enough that I could here the
voices, but not make out the words.  They came out.  Real dramatic gestures.
One comes over.

"Err...Mr. Callan...there won't be any ah hearing.  You can go.", he says.
"Go?  Why?"  I said, expecting another turn of the screw.
"Well, it seems we...a....lost the paperwork."

I've had five dogs in my life.  Sparky's not much, but she's the best of the
lot.

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