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Our dog is a four-and-a-half year old Airedale Terrier named "Madam". She's our third Airedale, the male was called "Sir" and the other bitch Madam as well. We've had Airedales for twenty-five years now and they're just fabulous. They aren't popular enough to have become inbred. Ours have been independant and loyal. Esther grooms and disciplines Madam while I exercise her and feed her. The only trouble is that, like all dogs, she is a thief, taking everything from veal scaloppini to applepie from the kitchen counter. Liberally sprinkling the counter with cayenne pepper did not solve the problem - the only solution is vigilence. But, I'm making her out to be a badly behaved dog. Not so. Each morning, rain or shine, I get up at 5:30+/- 15 minutes, put a fresh 9 volt battery in my neurostimulator, pop my pills and go for a brisk 5 kilometre - for the Amrerican non-metric types, about 3.25 miles - walk through Rosedale, a midtown residential neighbourhood. It takes us about forty-five minutes. This is usually the high point o the day for me. In July, when we're usually at the family cottage, I slide my sixteen foot cedar strip canoe into the water and Madam hops in in front of the bow seat and sits quietly as I paddle her around the lake for half an hour or so.