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 Members of The Pivot Rock Fund board of directors.
  Drawing by Craig Knitt, Boys and Girls Club of Green Bay,
  January 2020.
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|   | Directory: Alek Text: Alek.txt:
 
 
 Alek arrived in the spring of 2019 from the Happily Ever After
  shelter. (Apparently he crossed many state lines to get here
  from Corpus Christi TX.) Smart, affectionate, wanting to please,
  and only half the minimum age I had in mind. Alek had to start
  his term on the board of The Pivot Rock Fund as an intern.
  
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|   | Directory: Buddy Text: Buddy.txt:
 
 
 Buddy Dog arrived in 2005. He had been rescued and
  treated by Neil Rechsteiner the year before. Buddy
  had been dropped off with an injured leg which had
  to be wired. Neil's plan had been to give Buddy to
  his daughter; when that didn't work out we became
  the second choice. Buddy lived through of all 2019
  but after 14 years his internal organs failed.
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|   | Directory: Buffy Text: Buffy.txt:
 
 
 Buffy Dog was reportedly given up to the animal shelter by
  a Catholic priest because she barked too much, embarassing
  the parish. She never barked excessively when she was with
  me, so that can't be right. The real reason has to be that
  she was asking to be transferred into my care.
  
  I got her after moving back to finish college in Green Bay
  and she went with me to Madison, Rib Mountain, and Madison.
  She enjoyed long walks up Rib Mountain and through rural
  Fitchburg.
  
  Buffy converted my mother to liking dogs and she became a
  favorite of almost everyone including her vet Dennis Nyren.
  In 1983 she succumbed to heartworm.
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|   | Directory: Fluffy Text: Fluffy.txt:
 
 
 Fluffy Angel Kitty has an extra name because of her
  convoluted life history. Her previous owners called
  her Kitty, though her real name was supposed to have
  been Angel. I thought her long, soft, white hair
  could only belong to a Fluffy. She arrived in 2012
  as a refugee from an apoptotic home. Coming to a new
  house with a new, big dog and an extra cat was not
  really what she wanted and at first she hid in the
  basement. Gradually we enticed Fluffy to expand her
  range to the bedroom (where the cat food is normally
  dispensed) and the bathroom (with sometimes running
  water) and the upstairs (which was almost her own
  private space) and so on. Fluffy was an indoor only
  Kitty ... until she saw Wheatley having fun outside
  and decided to become a little bit more adventurous.
  Then Fluffy taught Wheatley how to slip out of the
 
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 As soon as I moved to Escanaba I went to the shelter to find
  a dog. The woman suggested that I consider a large, colliesque
  beast that had been given up by a family. We walked around the
  parking lot and looked at my truck and when the woman asked,
  "Should I put him back in the kennel now?" I said, "No." He
  had some paperwork but I couldn't read his name, so I tried
  out a series of possibilities until he said, roughly, good
  enough; stick with Joshua.
  
  Escanaba is a small city and we walked all over it, so it is
  not surprising that eventually we walked past a couple of boys
  who were part of Joshua's old family. The boys came regularly
  to visit Joshua. I learned that their parents had been sent to
  jail for stealing from the Republican Party, their older
  brother had also been in trouble. The dissolution of that
 
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|   | Directory: Pepper Text: Pepper.txt:
 
 
 Pepper was a yupper and yuppers have a certain reputation,
  intelligence-wise. My friend Travis and his grandparents
  helped me pick him out at the Iron Mountain animal shelter.
  It soon became clear that Pepper was not the smartest of
  my pets and eventually I told him, "I'm going to teach you
  to be cute, because that's all you've got going for you."
  I may have exaggerated, but he did learn to be cute and a
  lot of people noticed. (That is, when they could see him.
  One time we were walking at night a a surprised woman
  said, "You can't even see him in the dark." I said, "His
  hair is so black you can't see him well even in the day.")
  Pepper did have one impressive skill, however. When you
  threw a stick for him, even in the middle of the woods,
  he would always bring back that stick back to you. Never
  did he give up and never would he substitute.
 
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 Rainbow Ruby was an old dog with a systemic infection. I
  found her in the Manitowoc animal shelter and she lasted
  about 10 months. Ruby was a beautiful and inventive dog
  but her illness limited her. Before my parents moved to
  assisted living, Ruby and I would walk the mile to their
  house nearly every day. She loved to go, but she could
  only manage to move at about 2 miles per hour. She loved
  the woods but couldn't climb the river banks, so she would
  have to walk upstream or down to search out a more gentle
  crossing place. On her last day, Ruby asked for one final
  walk around the block. She made it, but collapsed in our
  driveway and gently passed away.
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|   | Directory: Skippy Text: Skippy.txt:
 
 
 Skippy was my first dog. My father found him when I was in
  second grade. The mother of the family that had adopted him
  turned out to be allergic. Skippy was just a puppy at the
  time and we fed him Cheerios until he graduated to dog food.
  
  My mother agreed to letting me have a dog only if he stayed
  outside. He was never allowed in the house except when he
  went straight to the basement for a bath. My dad built an
  insulated doghouse which we moved inside the garage for the
  winters.
  
  When I was a high school senior, Skippy went to the woods
  with my parents and was hit by a car along with the neighbor
  dog.
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|   | Directory: Smokey Text: Smokey.txt:
 
 
 Smokey Cat was a wanderer. In February a kitten wandered
  into our yard and met Joshua Dog (who spoke Cat). Joshua
  insisted that we adopt the little fellow, who had even
  walked around the block with us one morning. Smokey never
  lost the wanderlust and so he had lots of adventures some
  of which are recorded in the Cat Tales.
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  Smokey would even travel to the woods with us. He didn't
  like the ride, but he enjoyed exploring and camping in
  the woods. When Wheatley came in 2002, Smokey undertook
  teaching the new cat to catch mice, which they proudly
  brought into the house to show me, and they enjoyed each
  other for about 3 years.
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 Tiger Kitten was owned by a boy across the street
  whose mother turned out to be allergic to cats. She
  was a wonderful little cat, but when being spayed
  she proved to be hemophiliac. Despite the vet's
  efforts she didn't survive the operation. She was
  only with me long enough for me to miss her badly
  when she was gone.
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|   | Directory: Wheatley Text: Wheatley.txt:
 
 
 In 2002, Wheatley Cat was given to me as a kitten by
  Travis, Molly, and Tracie (to shake me out of missing
  Tiger). Wheatley was a shoulder cat for many years and
  became a mouser to compete with Smokey. I named him for
  his coat color. I thought the fur might be the color of
  barley but I was worried I'd mispronounce it as Barf-ly.
  Instead I settled on wheat color; mispronouced that
  would come out Sweetly. (My neighbor told me later that
  a previous owner of our house was also named Wheatley.)
  
  Wheatley lived for just over 20 years, outlasting a few
  dogs.
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