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...or, yet another of the strange things I do.

Sometimes I not only have a severe lack of common sense, but when combined with a big bleeding heart I do things that truly make me go hmmmmm.

Anyone who knows me knows I am an animal lover which led to the visit of a dog named Tippy one sunny day a few years back. Some of the details are blurred by time but for some reason I had picked up my stepfather and we were driving over to my sister's house. As I recall she and her husband, my husband and my sister's inlaws were all there. At this time I think we each had one child there, my sister and I. (She now has 2.)

Well along the way we saw a young beagle-type dog wandering at the side of the country road, we decided it was homeless and thought it would be a good idea to pick it up. The dog was sweet and very eager to jump in the car for a ride. When we got to my sister's house her husband said the dog looked like a dog he used to have named Tippy, hence the name. As our various kinfolk milled about wondering why on earth we picked up the dog and what the heck we were going to do with it, we decided a good step would be to feed it.

After Tippy scarfed down some dog food and played with my sister's dog we decided he stunk so into the bathtub went poor little Tippy. It turns out he didnt mind the bath at all and the process was remarkably easy. So by this time we'd had the little fellow for about 3 hours, picked him up, fed him, bathed him and played with him yet neither my stepdad or I knew what to do next. The family members finally convinced us that Tippy lived on a farm probably near where we nabbed him and was just walking along the road as dogs are sometimes wont to do.

We finally gave in to pressure, loaded the little guy back into the car and returned him to the exact spot where we picked him up. I suppose he went back home to his farm and told the other animals about his summer time adventure with the crazy people.
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