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21 November 2007


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Christie Keith

He totally is in need of rescue, kthnx.

Gina Spadafori

My heart is filled with such sadness for Rebel's suffering. No noble hound should have to endure a less than noble throne.

I have half a mind to brave twofoursix hours of Thanksgiving Eve traffic from Sacramento to San Francisco to rescue him from his dire fate.


Oh, he knows, he knows. How else to explain the forlorn expression on his face?

(major giggles going on here . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . )

Christie Keith

I know, it's like... if the cover still fit the bed why would I want another one???? How lame is that?

And in the meantime my dog is the one paying the price even though actually he neither knows nor cares that the cover doesn't fit the bed.


They needed photo documentation???? What, do they think you have nothing better to do so you made up a fictional shrunken dog bed cover? WTF? Gah!

Poor Rebel. I hope you sent his forlorn pic as well.


Don't forget to request compensation for the camera and photo development which you would not otherwise have needed.

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