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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></head><body lang=EN-US link="#0563C1" vlink="#954F72"><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal style='line-height:21.0pt;background:white'><b><span style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#1C1E21'>Pat Stories - Nighttime Mischief at a Dog Show</span></b><span style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:#90949C'> </span><b><span style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#1C1E21'><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal style='line-height:15.0pt;background:white'><b><i><u><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#1C1E21'><o:p><span style='text-decoration:none'> </span></o:p></span></u></i></b></p><p class=MsoNormal style='line-height:15.0pt;background:white'><b><i><u><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#1C1E21'>This is one of those "sworn to secrecy stories".<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></p><p class=MsoNormal style='line-height:15.0pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#1C1E21'> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='line-height:15.0pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#1C1E21'>Pat and I frequently went to shows by ourselves (leaving Craig at home). It was always fun and sometimes bordering on "Do you think we will get arrested?". <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='line-height:15.0pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#1C1E21'>There is a particular show in Troy Ohio that we went to alone. Whenever we were there, we always saw this itty-bitty trailer there with one little old man and his little yappy dog staying in the trailer. We always laughed about how small the trailer was and that we could probably lift it up and wheel it around. This discussion went on for years.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='line-height:15.0pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#1C1E21'>Then one night ... with a few too many scotch and waters in us ... Pat said, "LET'S DO IT"! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='line-height:15.0pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#1C1E21'>So we tucked our dogs into bed and waited until about 2 AM when everything was very quiet and no one was out walking dogs. We went down to the trailer, unplugged his electricity and very quietly and slowly turned the trailer around 180 degrees. We reconnected the electricity and then we crept away under cover of night.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='line-height:15.0pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#1C1E21'>We got up at 6 AM ... way early for us ... so we could watch what happened next. About 6:15 AM the trailer door opened and the little yappy dog exited on the end of a Flexi. Then the little old man came out ... and looked around. I swear he had a BIG question mark over his head in one of those cartoon speech balloons. He turned around and looked at his trailer. Then he walked all the way around the trailer. He looked up and down the road at the other campers. Clearly he was perplexed. In the meantime, the little dog did its business and was ready for breakfast. They went back in the trailer. Every 5 minutes, for the next hour, the little old man would open the door and peer out.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal style='line-height:15.0pt;background:white'><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#1C1E21'>Pat and I had to change our clothes ... from laughing so hard. The next year, the little old man chained his trailer to a tree and put wheel chocks under the wheels.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div></body></html>