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                                THERE IS NO DOG!
                                        
I answered the knock at the door expecting Kurt, who said he'd come over and
help with the move (and a large truck). Instead, there was a postal carrier
with a going away present from the Condo Commandos: yet another certified
letter. [1]

My expectations were reference to the unauthorized occupants [2] living here,
but no! Instead, the Vice President is insisting that we have a dog here and
that if we don't get rid of it immediately, I'll be responsible for enriching
the coffers of their lawyers.

**EXCUSE ME?**

I have to wonder who the Vice President thinks they saw walking a dog. The
letter is (again) addressed to my Mom, who is no longer living. And as far as
I know, neither me, nor Rob [3] nor Spring [4] own or have walked a dog
recently.

Or it could be another manifestation of the passive-aggressive nature of the
Condo Commandos in their seemingly ongoing campaign of harassement, if indeed
that is what is going on.

[1] gopher://gopher.conman.org/IPhlog:2002/02/09/cert3.letter.png
[2] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2002/01/21.2
[3] http://www.tragic-smurfs.com/
[4] http://www.springdew.com/

Email Sean Conner at sean@conman.org

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