So Much To Learn…

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174 – August, 2025

By Chris Robinson, as told by Deuce

Good morning and welcome to my seminar titled, “So Much to Learn.” Nice to see all you young sporting breed dogs here along with a few Miniature and Standard Poodles and some Airedales as this seminar is really for you. It’s designed to give you some idea of what’s in store for you if your bosses decide to do field work with you–and they should.

Let me introduce myself. My name is “Deuce” as in ace, deuce, trey, not “Duce” as one of the boss’s friends insists on calling me. For one thing, I look absolutely nothing like Benito Mussolini and, what’s more, have no interest in being in any way associated with that evil individual responsible, as he was–at least in part–for the murder of some of the six million Jews, Gypsies, and all the others Adolf Hitler deemed undesirable. My fancy name is Sprucegrove’s Longmeadow Deuces Tecum. “Deuces tecum” is a type of subpoena that the boss once received from the U.S. Attorney in central Pennsylvania; and since that’s where I was born, the boss thought it was appropriate.

Had a little adventure getting from PA to MN where the boss lives. First of all, I was picked up by a friend of the boss, a priest who happened to be in Pennsylvania at the time. I needed an airline ticket and that’s when our adventures began. You see, I was overweight by a couple of pounds, no less–so it wasn’t just a few ounces. My breeder, Laura Chambers, cautioned Fr. Mike to not let the airline folks weigh me because she thought I might be a tad too heavy for the cabin of the plane. Sure enough, when we got to the airport in Harrisburg, there was no one at the counter so Fr. Mike plopped me on the scale. Twenty-two pounds and the limit is 20! Now what the hell do we do? Never fear, I’ll turn on the charm. They’ll never be able to resist a cute puppy. Just about the time the attendant was going to say, “Let’s get a weight on him,” Fr. Mike unzipped the top of the carrier and I popped my head out. Needless to say, the gate attendants immediately turned to Jello. “Oh, he’s so cute” and so on. I smiled my best smile and they forgot all about weighing me. Same story when we encountered the TSA agents. “Oh, he’s so cute.” Fr. Mike could have been an MS-13 terrorist on his way to destroy the Capitol, and they would have waved him through. It just goes to show what a little charm and cute puppiness can do. When you can even captivate and bedazzle the cold-hearted TSA into not even bothering to wand the guy with you, you’ve got something special going on.

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