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"Ex-dog" in this case is meant in the sense of the Monty Python sketch - she is in fact dead, and has been for a number of years. She had to be put down sometime while I was in Sacramento (1997-2000), mainly because of what I can only characterise as senile dementia. Being unable to recognize familiar faces is a bit more of a problem when we're talking about a 70-pound, still strong, cranky, territorial dog with sizeable teeth than a more frail and generally less aggressive human being.
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