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My deceased dog Barry, who was a springer spaniel from a very prestigious line of show dogs, but was given to our family because he had a birth defect that was not acceptable for showing because it compromised his stud services. The defect was *ahem* he was missing a testicle.
So my grand-dad got him from the breeder for really cheap, and then when my gramps died my grandma gave him to us. He loved to live beside the lake, and actually learned to word boat. If my mom and dad were having a conversation and they said boat in it by chance, Barry would go charging into the glass door. Rolling in the grass in the summer was one of favorite pas-times. He died in 2004 from cancer, RIP Barry.