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My dad had a kind of a dry wit. He also was a cop, so there were guns in the house.
One day my brother and I came home from school ,we were in our early teens, and my father came into the kitchen aparently fuming over something the dog did.He took out a gun and shot the dog, unbeknowst to me or my brother, the gun fired blanks.He thought it was pretty funny and I don't think it traumatized us. but I can't say the same about the dog.
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