Received: from nobody by stodi.digitalkingdom.org with local (Exim 4.87) (envelope-from ) id 1cQc4O-0008E9-Hs for lojban-newreal@lojban.org; Mon, 09 Jan 2017 07:41:12 -0800 Received: from [185.82.203.171] (port=59497 helo=tilltheoffersgone.com) by stodi.digitalkingdom.org with esmtp (Exim 4.87) (envelope-from ) id 1cQc4J-0008DG-F5 for lojban@lojban.org; Mon, 09 Jan 2017 07:41:11 -0800 Date: Mon, 09 Jan 2017 08:40:43 -0700 Content-Type: text/html; charset=us-ascii Mime-Version: 1 Subject: Your're (amazon prime) rewards ending on January 9th: wup.15170448 From: "Peter Ingram" Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit To: X-Spam-Score: 0.6 (/) X-Spam_score: 0.6 X-Spam_score_int: 6 X-Spam_bar: / X-Spam-Report: Spam detection software, running on the system "stodi.digitalkingdom.org", has NOT identified this incoming email as spam. The original message has been attached to this so you can view it or label similar future email. If you have any questions, see the administrator of that system for details. Content preview: i got nothing Sister broke into a run around the perimeter of the yard, as if expecting a hole to open. Fast went with her at first and then stopped in despair, watching her panicked, pointless flight. Two men closed in on her and captured her with a rope. Fast let them take him right away, so that hed go with Sister, and Top Dog stepped forward with dignity when they called to him. Spike, though, fought the loop, growling savagely and snapping at them. The men yelled, and one of them directed a thin stream of liquid from his canister at Spikes face, the scent instantly burning my nose from all the way across the Yard. Spike stopped fighting and fell to the ground, his paws over his snout. They dragged him out and then came to me. Nice doggy. You hurt your leg, one of the men asked. I gave my tail a feeble wag and ducked my head a little to make it easier for him to slip the loop over my head, which took a bit of doing because of my stupid plastic collar. Once outside the fence, I was upset to see Senora crying, struggling against Carlos and Bobby. Her sadness came off her and washed into me, and I pulled against the noose, wanting to go comfort her. One of the men tried to hand Senora a paper, but she threw it on the ground. Why do you do this Were not hurting anyone! Bobby shouted. His anger was clear and frightening. Too many animals. Poor conditions, the man with the paper said. He, too, radiated anger, and everyone was very tense and stiff. I noticed that his clothes were dark and that he had metal flashing on his chest. I love my dogs, Senora wailed. Please dont take them from me. Senora was not angry; she was sad and afraid. Inhumane, the man replied. I was mystified. Seeing the entire pack outside the Yard, led one by one to cages on the trucks, was very disorienting. Most of us had our ears back and our tails submissively low. I was next to Rottie, whose deep, heavy woofing filled the air. My comprehension did not improve when we arrived at our destination, which smelled a little like the place with the nice lady in [...] Content analysis details: (0.6 points, 5.0 required) pts rule name description ---- ---------------------- -------------------------------------------------- 1.0 FROM_OFFERS From address is "at something-offers" 0.0 URIBL_BLOCKED ADMINISTRATOR NOTICE: The query to URIBL was blocked. See http://wiki.apache.org/spamassassin/DnsBlocklists#dnsbl-block for more information. [URIs: tilltheoffersgone.com] -0.0 SPF_PASS SPF: sender matches SPF record -0.0 SPF_HELO_PASS SPF: HELO matches SPF record 0.7 MIME_HTML_ONLY BODY: Message only has text/html MIME parts -1.9 BAYES_00 BODY: Bayes spam probability is 0 to 1% [score: 0.0000] 0.0 HTML_MESSAGE BODY: HTML included in message 0.8 RDNS_NONE Delivered to internal network by a host with no rDNS 0.0 T_FILL_THIS_FORM_SHORT Fill in a short form with personal information i got nothing
Sister broke into a run around the perimeter of the yard, as if expecting a hole to open. Fast went with her at first and then stopped in despair, watching her panicked, pointless flight. Two men closed in on her and captured her with a rope. Fast let them take him right away, so that hed go with Sister, and Top Dog stepped forward with dignity when they called to him. Spike, though, fought the loop, growling savagely and snapping at them. The men yelled, and one of them directed a thin stream of liquid from his canister at Spikes face, the scent instantly burning my nose from all the way across the Yard. Spike stopped fighting and fell to the ground, his paws over his snout. They dragged him out and then came to me. Nice doggy. You hurt your leg, one of the men asked. I gave my tail a feeble wag and ducked my head a little to make it easier for him to slip the loop over my head, which took a bit of doing because of my stupid plastic collar. Once outside the fence, I was upset to see Senora crying, struggling against Carlos and Bobby. Her sadness came off her and washed into me, and I pulled against the noose, wanting to go comfort her. One of the men tried to hand Senora a paper, but she threw it on the ground. Why do you do this Were not hurting anyone! Bobby shouted. His anger was clear and frightening. Too many animals. Poor conditions, the man with the paper said. He, too, radiated anger, and everyone was very tense and stiff. I noticed that his clothes were dark and that he had metal flashing on his chest. I love my dogs, Senora wailed. Please dont take them from me. Senora was not angry; she was sad and afraid. Inhumane, the man replied. I was mystified. Seeing the entire pack outside the Yard, led one by one to cages on the trucks, was very disorienting. Most of us had our ears back and our tails submissively low. I was next to Rottie, whose deep, heavy woofing filled the air. My comprehension did not improve when we arrived at our destination, which smelled a little like the place with the nice lady in the cool room but was hot and filled with loud, anxious dogs. I followed willingly and was somewhat disappointed to find myself shoved into a cage with Fast and Top Dog—I would have preferred Coco or even Sister, though my fellow males were as cowed as I was and regarded me without hostility. The barking was deafening, yet above it all I heard the unmistakable snarl of Spike in full attack, followed by a sharp squeal of pain from some unfortunate canine. Men yelled, and then a few minutes later Spike was led past us at the end of a pole, disappearing down a hallway. A man stopped in front of our cage. What happened here he asked.
  • At once, everything was both strange and familiar. I could clearly remember the loud, hot room, Spike filling the air with his fury and then abruptly falling into a slumber so deep it was as if hed opened a gate with his mouth and run away. I remembered becoming sleepy, and then there was the sense that much time had passed, the way a nap in the afternoon sun will span the day and suddenly it will be time for the evening feed. This nap, though, brought me not just to a new time but to a new place. Familiar was the warm, squirming presence of puppies on either side of me. Familiar, too, was the shoving clamber for a turn at the teat and the rich, lifegiving milk that was the reward for all the pushing and climbing. Somehow, I was a puppy again, helpless and weak, back in the Den. But when I took my first bleary look at the face of my mother, she wasnt the same dog at all. Her fur was a light color, and she was larger than, well, than Mother. My brothers and sisters—seven of them!—shared the same lightcolored fur, and when I examined my forelegs I realized that I matched the rest of the litter as well. And not only were my legs no longer dark brown—they stretched out from me in perfect proportion to the rest of my body also.
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I tried to communicate to him that I was a much better dog without the stupid collar on. Unadoptable, the first man said. We got too many dogs, the second man said. The first man reached inside the cone and smoothed my ears back. Though I felt disloyal to Senora, I licked his hand. He mostly just smelled of other dogs. Okay, the first man said. The second man reached in and helped me jump to the ground. He slipped the loop of rope around me and led me back to a tiny, hot room. Spike was there, in a cage, while two other dogs Id never met paced loose outside Spikes cage, giving it a wide berth. Here. Wait. The first man was at the door. He reached down and unsnapped the collar, and the air that rushed at my face was like a kiss. They hate those things. whatever, the second man said. They shut the door behind them. One of the new dogs was an old, old female, who sniffed my nose without much interest. Spike was barking, making the other dog, a younger male, nervous. With a groan, I slid down to lie on the floor. A loud hiss filled my ears, and the young male began to whine. Suddenly Spike toppled to the floor with a crash, his tongue sliding out of his mouth. I regarded him curiously, dering what he was up to. The old female slumped nearby, her head coming to rest against Spikes cage in a manner I was astounded he would allow. The young male whined, and I regarded him blankly, then shut my eyes. I felt overwhelmed with a fatigue as heavy and oppressive as when I was a small puppy and my brothers and sister would lie on top of me, crushing me. Thats what I was thinking about as I began to sink into a dark, silent sleep—being a puppy. Then I thought of running wild with Mother, and of Senoras caresses, and of Coco and the Yard. Unbidden, the sadness Id felt from Senora washed through me, and I wanted to squirm up to her and lick her palms and make her happy again. Of all the things Id ever done, making Senora laugh seemed the most important. It was, I reflected, the only thing that gave my life any purpose.




















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