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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...quickly interrupted and replaced by the megaphoned voice of a police officer saying that the fire marshal had closed off the convention for the night. All hopes seemed to be dashed—and then a heavily accented voice rose over the hum of the crowd, and a rubber dog puppet rose over its heads...

Author: By Simon W. Vozick-levinson, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Convention Doors Lock Out Delegates on Final Evening | 7/30/2004 | See Source »

...That’s America!” shouted Robert Smigel, the man with his hand up the rear end of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog...

Author: By Simon W. Vozick-levinson, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Convention Doors Lock Out Delegates on Final Evening | 7/30/2004 | See Source »

...times the dog appeared to mock Kerry’s speech, shouting “Boooooring!” before quickly adding that he was only trying to portray what he thought the audience’s reaction would be. But Triumph, who has based much of his act on picking fights with flesh-and-blood celebrities, said he stood by the candidate...

Author: By Simon W. Vozick-levinson, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Convention Doors Lock Out Delegates on Final Evening | 7/30/2004 | See Source »

...back to the car a cattle dog straight from a bag of hearty pup chow approaches me with a ball in his mouth. “That’s Rico!” He growls if I try to take the ball and I struggle for a while to figure out what he wants, discovering finally that if I pick up a stick he immediately drops the ball and comes running for me, and vice versa. Silly Rico, always wants what he can’t have. I know the feeling, buddy...

Author: By David B. Rochelson, | Title: Roughing It (Sort Of) | 7/30/2004 | See Source »

...dog back home, a thoroughly spoiled English cocker spaniel, doesn’t play fetch (I like to think it’s because she’s too smart, and not because I was too lazy to train her) so this keeps me fascinated for about 45 minutes, after which the dog collapses, panting and exhausted, on the grass. I imagine trying to tell Booker, already displeased with my ignorance of fishing, that I had killed his dog...

Author: By David B. Rochelson, | Title: Roughing It (Sort Of) | 7/30/2004 | See Source »

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