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		<title>Introducing Fifi-Bob: The Redneck Ninja Poodle</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2010 13:43:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Box of Kittens</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 15:27:04 +0000</pubDate>
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Jake woke up and straggled into the bathroom for his morning duties before opening the outside door and picking the paper up from the steps.
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&#8220;Holy shit,&#8221; he said aloud as he checked the numbers.
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<p>Jake woke up and straggled into the bathroom for his morning duties before opening the outside door and picking the paper up from the steps.</p>
<p>Sitting down with a cup of coffee, more like a triple espresso than a regular brew, he turned to the lottery results.</p>
<p>&#8220;Holy shit,&#8221; he said aloud as he checked the numbers.</p>
<p>It looked like he&#8217;d won, if not the grand prize, at least a big chunk of change.</p>
<p>He kept double checking the numbers over and over again until he was satisfied that indeed he had really won the big one, something like $7.8 million, plus or minus a few hundred grand, depending on how many last minute tickets were sold.</p>
<p>He sat there stunned, thoughts coming by the hundreds each minute, of what he&#8217;d do with the money, how it would change his life.</p>
<p>And then reality hit for just a moment.</p>
<p><a href="http://dogslikedancing.com/stories/box-of-kittens">Read the rest</a></p>
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		<title>Daily Coyote Test</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 13:54:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Did You Expense The Lapdancers?</title>
		<link>http://dogslikedancing.com/2007/07/31/did-you-expense-the-lapdancers/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 13:17:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sales: &#8220;You want answers?&#8221;
Finance: &#8220;I think we are entitled to them!&#8221;
Sales: &#8220;You want answers?!&#8221;
Finance: &#8220;I want the truth!&#8221;
Sales: &#8220;You can&#8217;t handle the truth!!! Son, we live in a world that requires net license revenue. And that revenue must be brought in by people with elite skills. Who&#8217;s going to find it? You? You, Mr. Operations? [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>Sales: &#8220;You want answers?&#8221;</p>
<p>Finance: &#8220;I think we are entitled to them!&#8221;</p>
<p>Sales: &#8220;You want answers?!&#8221;</p>
<p>Finance: &#8220;I want the truth!&#8221;</p>
<p>Sales: &#8220;You can&#8217;t handle the truth!!! Son, we live in a world that requires net license revenue. And that revenue must be brought in by people with elite skills. Who&#8217;s going to find it? You? You, Mr. Operations? We have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom.</p>
<p>You scoff at the sales division and you curse our lucrative incentives.</p>
<p>You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what we know:</p>
<p>That while the cost of business results are excessive, it drives  revenue. And my very existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to  you, drives REVENUE! You don&#8217;t want to know the truth because deep down in places you don&#8217;t talk about at staff meetings &#8230; you want me on that call. You NEED me on that call!</p>
<p>We use words like upgrades, another round, top-shelf, medium-rare,  on-the-rocks, cabernet, Cohiba and foursome. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent negotiating something. You use them as a punch line!</p>
<p>I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to people who rise and sleep under the very blanket of revenue I provide and then question the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said &#8220;thank you&#8221; and went on your way. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a phone and make some sales calls. Either way, I don&#8217;t give a damn what you think you&#8217;re entitled to!&#8221;</p>
<p>Finance: &#8220;Did you expense the lap dancers?&#8221;</p>
<p>Sales: &#8220;I did the job I was hired to do.&#8221;</p>
<p>Finance: &#8220;Did you expense the lap dancers?!&#8221;</p>
<p>Sales: &#8220;You&#8217;re goddamn right I did!&#8221;</p>
<p>Found at <a href="http://maggiesfarm.anotherdotcom.com/">Maggie&#8217;s Farm</a></p>
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		<title>He Is Just My Dog</title>
		<link>http://dogslikedancing.com/2007/04/28/he-is-just-my-dog/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2007 18:10:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ &#8230;When I  am a fool, he   ignores it When I succeed he brags&#8230;

&#8220;He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times [...]]]></description>
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<p>&#8220;He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me. When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me&#8230; whenever&#8230; wherever &#8211; in case I need him. And I expect I will &#8211; as I always have. He is just my dog.&#8221;<br />
&#8211; Gene Hill</p>
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		<title>All Is Perfect With The World</title>
		<link>http://dogslikedancing.com/2007/04/16/gracian-1/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 22:26:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ &#8230;strive   to be the very best   you can be   In our times&#8230;


Y our goal is to find your way within it and to strive to be the very best that you can be. In our times, more is required to make a single wise man than was needed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Friends Can Help</title>
		<link>http://dogslikedancing.com/2007/04/15/friends-can-help/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 20:01:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ &#8230;Men will   always get together   to talk and friends   can help in times&#8230;


Nothing is more precious than friends; therefore, lose no opportunity to make them. Men will always get together to talk; and friends can help, and enemies can harm you, in times and places you would never [...]]]></description>
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<span style="margin-right:6px;margin-top:5px;float:left;background:firebrick;border:1px solid black;font-size:80px;line-height:60px;padding-top:2px;padding-right:3px;font-family:times;">N</span>othing is more precious than friends; therefore, lose no opportunity to make them. Men will always get together to talk; and friends can help, and enemies can harm you, in times and places you would never have expected. &#8211; Francesco Guicciardini (Ricordi)
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Betrayal by a friend is always the hardest. Bad actions by enemies is understood and expected, but having a friend turn against you is mystifying. Perhaps it helps to think about the possibility that there are other forces at work in the friends life that caused the action against you. It may have nothing to do with you, but rather some pressure caused by who knows what left you hurt and angry by someone you cared about. Think things over and consider forgiveness at some future time. Friends can help works both ways.</p>
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