Twenty years ago and perhaps a month (March 1992), my wife and I found Flynn at an animal shelter in San Diego. He was a mutt, a mix of Corgi and other stuff, with the coloring of a doberman. Female dogs and their female owners considered him the Fonz of dogs. He was a super-cool dog who passed a few years ago. Every time I see a Corgi, I think of him.
Hence:
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