I guess I was lucky. We had a Dalmation when I was growing up during the 1950s. She was a great, smart dog. Must have been born before the inbreeding started. When she got so old that she had to be killed at the local "shelter" it was the only time I saw my father display some kind of emotion other than anger.

Here's what she looked like:

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