[MOL] Fw: A Dog Named Mace [01523] Medicine On Line

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[MOL] Fw: A Dog Named Mace


>>>An old man lived with his hound-dog Mace in a run-down shack on the
>>>outskirts of town.  He had no family and only a few meager possessions:
>>>a table and chair, a bed, a bag of hand tools and his dog.  He used the
>>>tools to do odd jobs in town for which he usually would be paid enough
>>>to get food for the next day.  Mace and his master lived from one day to
>>>the next on what little these jobs would bring in.
>>>The dog was just a normal hound with one exception: while most dogs like
>>>to chew on grass occasionally, Mace loved it.  Actually, he mowed it.
>>>When the old man was in town, Mace would spend the day in the yard in
>>>front of the house chewing away on the lawn.
>>>One bright sunny day the old man said good-bye to his dog and headed in
>>>to town to work.  He had a plumbing repair job in one of the homes there
>>>that would take him most of the day and would probably pay enough for
>>>food for the remainder of the week if he managed the money carefully.
>>>He headed for town with a spring in his step and a whistle on his lips.
>>>Once he was inside the house and ready to start, the old man reached in
>>>the bag for his wrench.  To his surprise he didn't feel it.  He dug
>>>around again, but there didn't seem to be any wrench.  He looked in the
>>>bag then dumped its contents on the floor, but still no wrench.  Reality
>>>set in.  Without a wrench he couldn't finish the job and without the pay
>>>he couldn't even buy food for supper, let alone tomorrow.
>>>When he finally came to grips with reality, he told the lady who hired
>>>him what the situation was.  While she sympathized with his situation,
>>>the job needed to be done.  If the old man couldn't do it, she would
>>>have to hire someone else.
>>>The old man packed up his tools and headed home, head bowed and
>>>shoulders stooped.  The whistle was gone and no longer was there a
>>>spring in his step.  A walk that normally took 15 minutes seemed to last
>>>forever.  But finally the old shack came into view and there was Mace in
>>>the distance, munching away as usual on the lawn.
>>>When the dog saw his master he came running, tail wagging, telling the
>>>old man how glad he was to see him.  Kneeling beside the hound the man
>>>began to pet him, and through tear-filled eyes told the dog that there
>>>would be no supper tonight and no food for tomorrow.  What was more,
>>>without money to buy a new wrench he had no idea what the future held.
>>>It was the loneliest, most helpless feeling he had ever had!  Then he
>>>caught a glimpse of something shining in the grass.  As the old man went
>>>over to see what this piece of shining material was his despair turned
>>>in an instant to joy.  It was the wrench!  The old man had dropped it on
>>>his way out that morning and it would have been lost forever had Mace
>>>not been eating farther away from the house than he usually did.
>>>The old man grabbed the dog, gave him a hug that almost suffocated him
>>>and ran into the house.  Reaching for a stub of pencil and the only
>>>piece of paper he had, he wrote a moving tribute to his canine
>>>companion.  Few people have ever heard these words...until now, that is.
>>>One man who did happen to read them changed them a bit and has his name
>>>recorded in music history but the old  man never did get the credit he
>>>Now, because you are so special... you are privileged to read the title
>>>and beginning line of his original poem which went like this:
>>>"A Grazing Mace How Sweet the Hound that Saved a Wrench for Me."

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