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Originally Posted by gemy  I think she is a nut job! But having said that there is one instance that I didn't know my own boy. This was not with the Razz man but our BRT Magic. After showing all day, our friends and I were having a bbq, it had gotten quite dark, so I went to "magics" crate, cause a new visitor to our campsite wanted to see him. I opened the crate, said comeon boy lets go, leashed him up, and trotted back to the campfire with him. Well low and behold a mutual friends said GAil thats Marley!! |
tHAT GOT got posted be4 I was done. So I looked down and went Holy Cow where is MY Magic!!. BTW Marley knew me quite well, trust me I would never go into a strange guard dog's crate and say comeon boy lets go!. 'There was much consternation until a few other friends remembered seeing hubby with Jean walking away with a BRT. Well my hubby took Magic out for a walk with his breeder - who put her Marley in Magics crate... of course nobodylet me know that...Did I ever feel like a fool.