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For awhile, I lived in Miami Lakes and there weren't any places where my dogs could romp near my house. So on the weekends I'd take them to a field behind a complex of office buildings.

Back then, Miami Lakes wasn't like the rest of Miami -- it had zoning cows. Here and there on plots of undeveloped land you'd see a cowfield. It kept taxes lower because the land was zoned for agricultural use. Anyway, there was a cowfield next to the field where my dogs ran.

One day, my dogs took off chasing a bird and ended up in the middle of the cowfield surrounded by cows. The first dog did what she always did when she was scared. She rolled over on her back, wagged her tail and peed. She did this in the middle of a cowpie. The second dog stood very still ... in the middle of a mound of fire ants.

I'm a city girl, so I'm not real comfortable around cows. For about 10 minutes I stood outside the fence calling to them frantically. But it soon became apparent that although both were prettey distressed, neither was budging. So, in the end I hopped the fence and scooped up the dogs. One covered in pee and cow dung. The other squirming with fire ants. This wasn't very easy because they both weighed about 15 pounds and there were a lot of confused cows sniffing us.

I lugged them back to the car, grabbed a couple of gallons of water kept on hand for easy post field clean up and washed them up as best I could. By this point, dog number two had been bitten by ants so many times that she started to vomit. I decided that the dogs would ride the mile home in the trunk.

That was the last time we went to the empty lot. And it was probably the only time I wished I didn't have a dog. Any other interesting stories out there?

There has never been a day in my life where I regret having my dog. However, there have been some very stressful times in the time span I have had my dog. My dog's name is Jill, and she is 6 years old. She is a Jack Russel Terrier, about 14 pounds, and she stands about 3/4 of a foot off the ground. In other words, she is a very small dog for her breed, and for any breed in general.

One week my mom was sick, very sick, and she was moving back and forth from the couch in the living room, to her bed in her bedroom, everyday and night, for about a week. One night, I hear the sound of crinkling. I get out of bed thinking somebody has broken into the house. When I walk out into the living room with my baseball bat, I look down on the ground, not only to see my dog laying there with a bag of cough drops next to her, but about 10 wrappers scattered around the floor. I later found out that she didn't eat any, but I was sure worried that she had, and I got very nervous, very quickly. Of course she ran into my mom's room with her tail between her legs when she saw me, but I was so frustrated I just went back to bed. However, my mom and I both agree that it was a bad idea to leave the cough drops on the table, but we were very relieved.

Like I said, my dog is like my best friend, and another addition to the family. There has never been a day where I wished I didn't have her, but I have wished she was more obedient. It was funny to here your story, and I too am a city boy, so in that situation I would have been disgusted and mortified myself.