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	<title>Comments on: Location Specific Social Networking</title>
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	<description>Powdered wombat guts and other sources of feelings of wellbeing</description>
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		<title>By: Eats Wombats</title>
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		<dc:creator>Eats Wombats</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 00:21:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It's a breed with character to match its improbable and faintly ridiculous appearance. We found a lost one as kids, a long haired black one with his name on his collar (he was delighted we knew his name). It took a couple of weeks to track down the owners, a German family who CRIED with joy. Sometime later we acquired a red longhaired one of our own. It had a very happy disposition and was excellent for warming one's knees in an armchair on a winter's day. 
In general I like bigger dogs but, despite the awful purpose for which they were bred, the dachshund is a hard dog to dislike. I still regret not having a camera when I met  one in Regent's Park a while ago carrying his rubber chicken in cheerful earnest, a bit like that Cartier-Bresson photo of the little boy with the bottle of wine, only better.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s a breed with character to match its improbable and faintly ridiculous appearance. We found a lost one as kids, a long haired black one with his name on his collar (he was delighted we knew his name). It took a couple of weeks to track down the owners, a German family who CRIED with joy. Sometime later we acquired a red longhaired one of our own. It had a very happy disposition and was excellent for warming one&#8217;s knees in an armchair on a winter&#8217;s day.<br />
In general I like bigger dogs but, despite the awful purpose for which they were bred, the dachshund is a hard dog to dislike. I still regret not having a camera when I met  one in Regent&#8217;s Park a while ago carrying his rubber chicken in cheerful earnest, a bit like that Cartier-Bresson photo of the little boy with the bottle of wine, only better.</p>
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		<title>By: Jeremy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jeremy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 23:30:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We had a dachshund like that once ... but no machine. Reminds me about the old joke about the difference between a street trader and a dachshund, but we won't go there.
The dog has the kid very well trained by the end.
Thanks for the laugh.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had a dachshund like that once &#8230; but no machine. Reminds me about the old joke about the difference between a street trader and a dachshund, but we won&#8217;t go there.<br />
The dog has the kid very well trained by the end.<br />
Thanks for the laugh.</p>
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