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from stories my mom tells about a dog she once had...The brown eyes steadily watched Eloise from under a plain wooden chair. There was a silent growl filling the border patrol office. Eloise stood at the counter and filled out paperwork. Several uniformed men talked about the Cathoulian in Spanglish. With a word here, and a word there, she began to understand that the dog was sentenced to die, because it attacked an American, where it was supposed to attack only Mexicans. A...