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A pack of wild dogs roamed the forest land around my home.  The pack was led by a wolf hybrid that had escaped its breeder and bacame alpha of this pack.  The majority of the dogs in the pack were of various large breeds.  There were about a dozen of them.  The pack would come by my place at times if I had my dog chained out and the alpha would taunt and tease my dog to join it.  I spoke to some of my friends about the pack and the consensus was to shoot the Alpha and the pack would fall apart.  I thought about it.  Then I decided a different course.  I spent more time with my dog.  I spent hours and hours fussing and fooling around with him, he spent no time at all on the end of the chain.  Then I let him out without hooking him out.  He was good about not roaming.  Then the pack showed up.  The alpha ran up to my dog and challenged him immediately.  The normal response from another male dog would either accept the challenge and fight or cower and submit.  He did neither.  He simply turned away from the alpha and came to the door and I let him in.  The pack never came back again.
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Original Message 40 years ago i sat at the base of a maple tree squirrel hunting in a small woodlot near my home. Squirrels were running back and forth past me from the oak woods on one end of the woodlot to their nests on the other end. one grey squirrel stumbled into my view and I put my rifle scope on him. I could see a large red oak acorn in his mouth. He puttered around in the dried leaves on the ground until his squirrel sense found the perfect spot. He planted his acorn there. It was next to a stone that jutted up from the forest floor so I memorized the spot. A year later I went back to that spot and sure enough there was a small red oak seedling popping up through the forest duff. I went back to that same spot 10 years later and a stout oak was growing in the midst of dying maples. I went back to that spot 30 years later. The woodlot I had hunted in my youth has been subdivided and where there once grew trees is now a lawn. Amazingly tho the oak still stands shading a persons back lawn.

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