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Slim Randles' Home Country
A real professional loves what he
does and does it well
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[September 22, 2007]
"You have to admire
professionalism wherever you find it," Doc said, settling in at the
philosophy counter of the Mule Barn. "When I was a kid, I remember
my dad telling me he didn't really care what I did for a living as
long as I did my best at whatever it was, and that it was something
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Dud and Steve nodded.
"Well, you're certainly a professional, Doc," said Steve. "And we
do admire it."
Doc, who has more initials behind his name than the rest of us in
the world dilemma think tank, looked surprised. Then he began
laughing.
"I say something funny?" asked Steve, our resident cowboy who
looks like an owl on steroids.
"I wasn't referring to me," Doc said. "But thanks for the
compliment. I was talking about Brownie."
Brownie is Doc's dog. He has kinda short legs, the head of a
German shepherd, the torso of a dachshund and the milk of canine
kindness of a meter maid. He protects what is his, and if Brownie
likes you, you're his.
Brownie wandered into Doc's life one day and settled in. Doc told
us he was an Egyptian shepherd. He explained that he learned this
because Brownie was so good at making pyramids in the backyard.
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"So Brownie's a professional?" Dud asked.
"The very finest," Doc said. "You know how he protects the yard
and the house and the cat and everything, right?"
"Right," said Steve. "That dog'd charge hell with a damp sponge."
"Exactly. So this morning I heard him barking his brains out in
the backyard and looked out and he was looking straight up. Turns
out he was protecting his air space from a Boeing 737."
"Flying over, you mean?"
"Yep," Doc said. "That's what I meant about professionalism. It
worked, too. That plane never got closer than 35,000 feet to his
yard."
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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