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 Meet Hunter.  He is my wife’s dog.  I’m not really a dog lover.  See, I’m more of a dog liker.  I always had a cat growing up so I’m a cat person.  I don’t have a cat anymore — my last one ran away while I was in Mexico.  I blamed Hunter for running him off, but who knows what really happened.  Anyway, Hunter might be the best dog in the world.  He lets me kick him when I’m angry.  He won’t leave my side when I’m sick.  He can detect a slice of cheese being removed from the refrigerator from three rooms away — while sleeping.  I find that amazing.  If I come home for lunch and my wife isn’t home, Hunter will not wake up or leave my daughter’s bed where he is sleeping.  Unless I open cheese.  He will let my kids do anything to him with no regard for his own safety.  The baby bites his nose.  My four year old will ride him.  We’ve dressed him up before.  What a sport.  Come to think of it, Hunter makes being a dog liker difficult.  He’s growing on me.  He’s a good ole’ dog.– steve