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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 19:17:31 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Shaggy Dog</title><subtitle>Shaggy Dog</subtitle><id>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/shaggy-dog/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/shaggy-dog/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/shaggy-dog/atom.xml"/><updated>2007-02-10T04:46:27Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Chapter 45</title><id>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/shaggy-dog/2005/11/13/chapter-45.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/shaggy-dog/2005/11/13/chapter-45.html"/><author><name>Billy</name></author><published>2005-11-14T02:23:48Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T02:23:48Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Almost four years later, Regina, Cindy, and Mrs. Wilson are seated in the gazebo behind Regina's mansion. The same shaggy dog is chasing a ball being thrown by a little boy when Sheriff Hart comes driving up. The little boy ran to the sheriff with the dog close behind. &quot;Hello Danny,&quot; the sheriff said to the little boy as he reached down to pet the dog. &quot;Are you and Danny having fun today?&quot;<BR>
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&quot;Yes, Sherp,&quot; the boy replied.<BR>
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&quot;And how old are you now, Danny?&quot;<BR>
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&quot;Tree,&quot; the boy said holding up three fingers.]]></summary></entry></feed>