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Saturday, January 06, 2001 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Page: 4A 





On Oct. 5, I arrived at the Hyannis Ferry Terminal in Massachusetts around
11 a.m. with my reservation in hand for the 1 o'clock ferry for Nantucket
Island. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 The nice young lady in the ticket office asked me if I would like to try
for the freight ferry that was to leave in about 10 minutes. I said yes and
was on my way. What luck, I thought. I had driven over seven hours, up very
early, and was ready for a nice rest. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I walked up to the small passenger cabin, entered and found a man lying
down on the right-side seat, a woman sitting at a booth with papers on the
table and a very large, obese, red, long-haired Labrador retriever tied to the
table leg. The dog had more chains hanging on its neck than a rock star and
was scratching and biting itself with a vengeance. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 I went over to the far corner of the cabin and lay down. The dog never
stopped scratching - it was scratch, scratch, scratch, bite, bite, bite and
the chains would go jing, jing, jing. It never stopped from the time I walked
in that cabin. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 The male passenger shouted in his New York accent, ``Roz! Did you bring the
papers to the other cottage?'' &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 Roz, who was studying papers on the table with the intensity of a brain
surgeon contemplating his fee before making his next cut, never looked up and
shouted, ``I don't know.'' They were less than 10 feet apart. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 Scratch, scratch, bite, bite, jing, jing - at this point, I was ready to
take this urban, apartment-raised dog, tie a rope around its tail and drag him
in the wake of the ferry to drown some of the fleas it harbored. But I thought
better of it. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 I got up, walked to my SUV - as the yuppies like to call them - got in,
pushed back the seat and listened to the wonderful sound of those big diesel
engines for the rest of the trip. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 There ought to be a law. Some people just don't get it. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 FR Fred F. Murray &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 Shavertown &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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Complains City Slickers And Their Dog Made For Rough Sailing To Island