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I just got in from working a really bad motorcycle collision that killed two. It wasn't the most dramatic collision I've ever worked, but the worst to me for reasons that will be obvious if you hear about it later today when the media gets ahold of it.

But, I'm not going to write about that. I'm going to tell one of my "it could only happen to me" stories.

The Setup:

I live on a little country road with only a couple houses on it. When I'm at home, I leave the gate to the yard open so that Bel Air (my dog/child/love of my life) and her little boyfriend dog next door can go over to each others yards and play. Sometimes Bel Air brings his toys home with her and sometimes she leaves her toys in his yard...just like kids.

The Crime:

The other day, Bel Air came running inside all excited and carrying a ceramic figurine of some old guy with a beard wearing a robe. I thought that this was an odd thing for her to find and be so proud of. Later on, I went to work and noticed that one of my neighbors a few doors down had a nativity scene...a nativity scene with only two wise men! It would have been cooler if she'd taken the Virgin Mary or the Baby Jesus, but she's just a dog, so you've gotta give her credit any way.

The Conclusion:

My dog is an atheist and hates Christmas just as much as her daddy!