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Dear Aunties Rose, Rusty, Melissa, and Sidney, Bert here: I have an incident to report of what I consider to be Airedale Abuse. Last Saturday, Mom and Dad took me along when they went to a Christmas party. I love to ride in the car and hate being home alone so this was fine with me. I thought maybe I could schmooze a few tidbits from everyone at the party. Well, I had to sit out in the car by myself while they went in and gorged themselves. Although Mom did come out a couple times and brought me a little treat and let me out to pee. But that's not what I'm complaining about. The abuse occurred during the ride to the party. We made a couple stops on the way at various stores to do some shopping. When you live out in the boonies, like we do, you make the most of every trip into town. Well, Dad would leave all the windows open a few inches so I would have plenty of fresh air and in the event a passerby might shove a salami in for me to snack upon. (Like that's going to happen.) But I digress. After our last stop, it was getting dark and cooling off. Mom closed her window and Dad took the cue and closed the others. The only problem was that I happened to have my fuzzy puss hanging out into the breeze. When the window started to close, I pulled back, but alas, not quite fast enough. That window pinched right on my freaking nose, the black leather part. I didn't know what to do so I let out this cry of anguish. It was sort of an "AAAARPPHHH". What can you say when your nose is caught in the window? Dad said, "What the hell was that?" and Mom turned around quickly and screamed "His nose is caught in the window!" Luckily, Dad was quick to hit the down button so I could be freed. Mom gave me a quick once over and determined that I had not been permanently damaged or disfigured. Thank doG for that. Could you image a handsome Airedale like me walking around with a Carl Malden nose? Perish the thought. The abuse I am reporting occurred when Dad sat there and laughed at my misfortune. He thought my agony was funny. However, Mom came to my defense and shut him up real quick. She also kissed my nose and made it feel better. I didn't get mad at Dad for laughing at me, but I will get even. He has one bigcrotchnosepoke in his future in which I will take great delight. That is after my nose stops hurting. He who laughs last... I am now coming up on my third Christmas with Mom and Dad in my forever home and I have you ladies to thank for making me the happiest Airedale on Earth. I love my Mom and Dad and they love me. Even though Dad does some pretty dumb stuff sometimes. I wish you all a Very Merry Christmas and the best that 2006 can provide. Keep up the good work because there are a lot of Airedales out there who need good homes like mine. Love Always. Your friend, Bert
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