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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.8.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Sat, 07 Nov 2009 23:09:05 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>Shaggy Dog</title><link>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/shaggy-dog/</link><description>A free romance novel by Billy Jones</description><lastBuildDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 04:46:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><copyright>(copyright 2000-2005, Billy Jones)</copyright><language>en-US</language><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.8.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>Chapter 45</title><dc:creator>Billy</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 02:23:48 +0000</pubDate><link>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/shaggy-dog/2005/11/13/chapter-45.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">16251:116029:302831</guid><description><![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.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/shaggy-dog/rss-comments-entry-302831.xml</wfw:commentRss></item></channel></rss>