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| | washingtonpost.com: A Squealing Time Hog-Dogging at Uncle Earl's |
 | | And that is when Toler cuts loose, releasing his dog, like a bullet from a rifle, and shuffling his rubber shrimping boots as if he were at a hoedown, instead of a modified rodeo arena. |
 | | Anything is possible at Uncle Earl's Hog Dog Trials, even a jig-dancing Georgian, and they're on their feet straining to catch a glimpse. |
 | | Lean, sinewy strong dogs -- more than 800 of them, not counting the puppies sleeping everywhere in tangled piles -- are tied to trees and fences, curled up in tents next to teenage boys, lounging in horse stalls, crawling out of camper shells. |
| www.washingtonpost.com /ac2/wp-dyn/A31882-2004Mar28?language=printer (1312 words) |
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