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<TD ALIGN = MIDDLE><FONT SIZE = -1> I notice that you are not using a frames-capable
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<TD ALIGN = RIGHT><FONT SIZE = -1> On the Internet, nobody knows your a dog.
<BR><I>Anon</I></FONT SIZE></TD>
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<FONT SIZE = +2>A</FONT SIZE>llow me to introduce myself. My name is <FONT COLOR =
"#830000"><B>Alexander</B></FONT COLOR>. I was born March 9th, 1995 in Fairfax, Virginia.
<FONT SIZE = +2>I</FONT SIZE> am, in point of fact, a Golden Retriever, and I live in a
large, white, five-bedroom, centrally heated den which I have graciously
agreed to share with my master and his housemates whose appointed task it is to feed me,
groom me, pat me, take me for walks, supply me with bones, and generally attend to my
every whim.
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<FONT SIZE = +2>A</FONT SIZE>s you can see from the above title, my full name is <FONT
COLOR = "#830000"><B>Alexander Stone</B></FONT COLOR>, and I'm available to play catch,
go for scenic walks, and overall to have you attend to my every need. The fact of the
matter is that my owner (hereinafter referred to as the <FONT COLOR = "#830000"><B>Pack Leader</B></FONT COLOR>)
is inordinately proud of the fact that I have a champion in every generation
in my pedigree going way back to the great flood.
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<TD VALIGN = TOP> <FONT SIZE = -1> Of course, for my part I am much too well bred to
openly boast of such things. I only mention it here because the Pack Leader has insisted
upon it. And since he controls the supply of vitals, bones, pats, tummy rubs, daily walks, etc, etc,
I feel obliged to accede to his request - albeit I do so with considerable reluctance. </FONT SIZE></TD>
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<FONT SIZE = +2>I</FONT SIZE>f you would like to read something of my life and times, and
view some photographs of me at various stages in my career, just click on one of the <FONT
COLOR = "#830000"><B>first four buttons</B></FONT COLOR> below.
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If you would like to see my pedigree, click on the <FONT COLOR = "#830000"><B>PEDIGREE</B> </FONT COLOR> button below.
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If you would like to visit the World Wide Web pages of some of my Golden Retriever friends around the world, click on the <FONT COLOR = "#830000"><B>INTERNET FRIENDS</B></FONT COLOR> button below.
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If you would like to take a brief tour of my home city, click on the <FONT COLOR = "#830000"><B>MY CITY</B> </FONT COLOR> button opposite.
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If you happen to be a Golden Retriever, I would be absolutely chuffed if you would send me a message. To do this, click the <FONT COLOR = "#830000"><B>E-MAIL</B></FONT COLOR> button below.
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<FONT COLOR = "#830000"><FONT SIZE = +4>P</FONT SIZE><FONT SIZE = +3>uppyhood</FONT
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<FONT SIZE = +2>I</FONT SIZE> was born in Fairfax, Virginia on a fine spring morning in early 1995
(March 9th to be precise). My mother was a beautiful pure bred <FONT COLOR = "#830000"><B>Golden Retriever</B></FONT COLOR>,
a well known champion and much loved figure on the local dog scene. She dubbed me Chandler as my birth name!
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<TD VALIGN = TOP> <FONT SIZE = -1> I cannot remember ever seeing my Dad, but
from all accounts he was a rather spiffy young male Golden of impressive physique and bearing. I
have been told that his only role in the matter of my conception, gestation, and birth was
to simply deliver up some top-quality genes during the first part of the process.
Certainly, my mother appeared to be quite unperturbed by his absence at the time of my
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<FONT SIZE = +2>I</FONT SIZE> still look back with affection at that all-too-brief period
of my early puppyhood, when I was able to spend all my days either frolicking with my
litter-mates or seeking warmth and sustenance from my mother.
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<FONT SIZE = +2>I</FONT SIZE>nevitably, however, the time soon arrived when my brothers
and sisters and I had to say our farewells and make our separate ways in the world. It
was then that my mother's owner began a rather severe screening process aimed at ensuring
that the homes that my litter mates and I were going to go to would measure up to her
exacting standards. I mean, it was fairly clear to us all that nothing was too good for
the members of my mother's first litter.
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<FONT SIZE = +2>A</FONT SIZE>nd so it was that I came to be selected as his future
companion and confidante by a young male of some 27 (human) summers.
He was actually looking at some of my littermates, but took to me the moment I tugged on his
shoelaces. He seemed even more impressed when I passed his aggressiveness test, and a bit
shocked when I marked his shoe indicating my acceptance of him in my pack.
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<FONT SIZE = +2>I</FONT SIZE>t was not long before I found myself at my new home - the
big, dingy, five-bedroom kennel at 9734 53rd Ave. I can clearly remember the excitement of
my then to be future pack leader as he drove me to his basement abode. What is more, it soon
became clear that the rest of the pack at Number 86 regarded my
arrival as a most significant and auspicious event, showering me with attention and pats
at every available opportunity.
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<TD VALIGN = TOP> <FONT SIZE = -1> OK, I will admit that I did miss my litter-mates
terribly for the first few days, but I was greatly comforted by the slowly emerging
realisation that I was on to a pretty good thing here at 53rd Avenue.</FONT SIZE></TD>
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<FONT SIZE = +2>H</FONT SIZE>ere is a picture of me shortly after I arrived at my new
home. Note that I am sporting my first clothing, a snappy little number that the pack leader
showed admirable taste in picking out.
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<FONT SIZE = +2>O</FONT SIZE>f course, it was not all tennis balls and leftovers during those early
days. The pack spent many hours of intense training time bringing me to the proud standard I now bear.
In those days, I also couldn't walk but 5 or 10 minutes without getting a good puppy sleep in there,
so my master spend many an hour carrying me on these long walks.
<FONT SIZE = +2>N</FONT SIZE>ow, my master was pretty strict, so I had to put on a cute face to avoid
all those scolding words when I, how should I put it, messed up. Here's a decent shout of my attempt one evening...
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