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Sinkyone didn't like water very much, particularly
when it was time for his B-A-T-H (Shhhh! We had to spell
it to stop him running away and hiding!). He liked eating,
sleeping, strolling, patrolling the garden and chasing
cats, 'possums, raccoons and squirrels. His favorite
pastime used to be his evening walk. If it was getting
late he'd sit and howl "WoWo!" until somebody
found his lead.
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He'd chase a ball if it suited his mood.
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He'd come to the telephone and say "Woof!!" if we asked him to
"Speak".
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He was fond of books, but only if they were of the right thickness to make a nice pillow.
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Sinkyone liked most kinds of music, but he tended to hide if it was too loud.
His ears would swivel round to locate any shrill or sudden sounds.
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Naomi bought him three CD's of Pet Music one Christmas. He'd listen attentively and then fall asleep!
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Sinkyone had lots of friends, but his favorites were
the Tribal
Pinocchios, the mysterious bunch of young men who
coaxed him back to civilization from his exile in the
Sinkyone Wilderness. In his younger days he liked to sit
on the patio with them. He grew quite fond of Heineken-soaked
ice cubes. He was an expert on barbecuing, having
observed every stage of the preparation and cooking of
his favorite meaty dishes from a very close range.
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