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they also had a dog who hated me. A little Jack Russell
terrier who thought I was pure evil. It would growl at me whenever it saw me, lurk around corners giving me the stink eye, and crap in my shoes. I got even with it by waiting for it to fall asleep on the family’s plus-sized beanbag, at which time I would leap on the bag launching the dog like a mortar shell across the living room and into the wall. Jack Russells are surprisingly aerodynamic.
