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She certainly caused a firestorm six years ago, but I can't help but feel a little sad about the premature death of Dolly, The Sheep Clone. Young Dolly ... wherever
or whatever she came from ... was Kevorkianized last week, after developing a lung disease at half her expected life span.
But 'Hold the Formaldehyde', Doctor Goober, and have a little dignity. Do you really have to stuff the poor thing and put it on display at the
National Museum of Scotland? Holy Logic, Batman, since she was a "clone" - look it up - why put her on display if she looks like every other foul smelling sheep in the world,
for heaven's sake?
"...Hey, lookeee there, Henrietta, that thar's a clone ... but don't it look just like them sheep Festus has o'er at his place in
Tahoka..."
I think it's horrible. For cryin' out loud, let the poor - err - let the poor thing rest in Clone Heaven.
Here's the real story about Dolly. To avoid notoriety in her early years, Dolly, The Clone, was put in with a bunch of other sheep, and she never felt at home. She
felt she was different, but she really wasn't. Clone. LOOK IT UP. Anyway, several of the other sheep had this 'suspect' disease, and they say Dolly caught it. But I
don't believe it for a minute. I don't think Dolly got lung disease at all ... I think she requested the early 'out' because of a broken heart. I truly believe this.
You see, since an early age, Dolly had her eye on a young Kerry blue terrier from England named Torums Scarf Michael. Yes, this is a love story. Torums Scarf Michael - we
know him from last week's Westminster Dog Show by his nickname, "Mick". Mick was Dolly's age, and was a show dog. Dolly fell in love, and began pining for young
Mick, even after he moved to the United States four years ago.
 Last week, the goatee'd "Mick" won the Big One at the Big Doggie FooFoo Show and Clambake for
the Rich and Famous, Westminster, and Dolly realized she'd never have him. Her true love was a blue-ribbon champion - and she ... well she was just a freak
clone. Forlorn, it was her heart that broke, not her lung. Let her be !!
We can only dream that maybe, just maybe, many years from now, the night watchman at the National Museum of Scotland hears a noise ... and sees the shadow of this
wierd little bearded terrier roaming the grounds near the stuffed Dolly. Ahhhhhh.
OK, O'C, back to work. About this war thing....
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