By Susan Conant
Useless and Doggone
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A true dog lover is someone who never remembers your name and never forgets your dogs. at some time, Id probably been told the name of the woman I assumed to be Mrs. Quigley, but the lovely pointer bitch who shared Maxs yard was, I remembered, Lady. Like Max, she was white with black spots over the body and a few black patches on the back. Both pointers barked a little as they ran up to us. Pointers, I should say, are not mean-tempered. True, they wont cover a stranger with wet kisses the way malamutes will.
She had the muscular, compact, vigorous body of the breed, straight black hair, darkly tanned skin, a solid face, and a Rotties eager, energetic expression. Instead, I marched up to Mimi, who held a show lead at the end of which pranced a pointer that would give Max more than a little competition, a sleek, shiny dog with a dark brown head, a large brown patch on each shoulder, and mostly white body with the small brown spots called ticks. The correct way to describe his color is liver and white ticked, but that sounds ugly, and he was far from ugly stunning, in fact.
She used to train all those goldens with us, Arlene said. �I know her, I said. �You know, those dogs werent hers, Arlene said indignantly. They all belonged to other people. Ron said jubilantly. �I know Libby, I said. I hang out with her at shows sometimes. Shes a good trainer. �And Macho Man takes care of the dogs, Barbara said. Lynne looked disappointed. �Chauffeur, said Ron. You know he lives there? Hes the security man. He does everything. Hes not a bad guy. Hes real good with dogs, and he does some kind of dog rescue thing.