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Neighbors Called the Authorities on My 72-Year-Old Dad for Getting Rid of Dogs for Money – When We Opened His Garage, the Officer Was Left in Tears

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Dad was always moving. He’d be up before daylight. Boots on. Coffee down. And fixing fences for neighbors who barely thanked him.

Then there was the garage. It had been off-limits for as long as I could remember.

As a kid, I heard barking from behind that side door now and then. And suddenly, it would go quiet. Dad would come out smelling like sawdust and dog shampoo and say, “Leave that one be, Pete.”

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