DUKE: Part III

Woooooo hold on here a minute: I recall there were three other things involving Duke before I moved back to Alabama in May of 1988 tht I have not told you about. So, here goes: (1) One day I was out in my front yard and a man came running across the street from a house over there, saying he was visiting from Tallahssee and he was surprised to see a Rhodesian Ridgeback there in Lake City. He told me he had a female Rhodesian that he wanted to get bred so he was greatly disappointed when he learned Duke had been neutered in his doghood. We exchanged some dog stories about our dogs. By the way, since I don't have a pictue to post, if you will go to Google...click on Image...and type in Rhodesian Ridgeback look at the nicest one and that is what Duke looked like. (2) Now, for the second event that happened before I moved back to Alabama: I made several trips hauling "stuff" back to Alabama in my Dodge Ram and one time I decided instead of going up I-75, I would go West on I-10 and take US-231 northward, after all that highway went directly through my countryside. After going several miles, I came to a rest area, so I pulled in, got a candy bar and a cold drink and stood not far from the truck consuming it. Near me, a tourist had the hood of his vehicle raised and another tourist was trying tohelp him find out what his trouble was. All of a sudden, the latter said to the other one: Did you see what that dog did? It blew the horn of that truck there. I walked up and said,"Yes, and I have to be careful not to leave the keys in the truck also...and I drove off. (Best I could resolve this issue unto myself was that the windows being down, a bee or some flying insect got in the cab and his trying to swat it accidentally caused the horn to blow. This was the scond time that this had occurred and as you will see later, not the last time it is to happen. (3) Here is the third thing that happened before I moved back: About a year before that, I decided to take a trip, but I needed somewhere to leave Duke as I would be gone for maybe a couple of weeks. So, my brother agree to take care of the dog while I was away so I left Duke and the truck with him, which was next door to the land I had purchased to build on. When I got back, my brother told me that Duke could not tolerate his friend who occasionaly dropped by and that when he came they had to lock Duke up in the truck as Duke would try to tear into him. This man was a police officer, but I don't think he would have been in uniform at the time. Anyway, Duke must have sensed something about him that set him on fire. (I am trying to do paragraphs, but I don't think it works...must not be doing the right think) So, I arrived , to stay, in Alabama in May of 1988. I had a house built and moved into it on the last day of September of that year. You know what, you guessed it, there is so much to tell about Duke after I moved back, there going to have to do a Part IV and I guarantee that will be the end. So hang in there with me. I am feeling better now after having had the heart valve replaced in early October I think I can get Part IV posted in a short time....