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Antiques, The Mountains, & The Shotgun

Several years ago we owned an Antique Shop in the Adirondack Mountains. When my mom became ill we needed to move to a smaller house that would be more affordable during this trying time.
Since the antique shop was in our home we had to close the antique shop as well as other locations we had established to sell antiques. This is when my brother went off on his own to open a shop of his own.

We were unable to run an antique shop but did maintain a space in an antique mall.
My brother was aware we were still trying to meet some of our bills by selling antiques on a smaller scale.
This did not stop him from trying to steal some of our customers.
He was always amazed the quick relationship we had developed with the people that lived in the mountains and hills that surrounded our home in the Adirondack Mountains.
He never understood that respect for others was key to any relationship.
We had met several of these people on our days off while exploring the areas around us. At the time we had a little dog that just loved the mountains and all the animals he saw along the way. If he saw something he got excited about we would stop and look at the animals for a while and let him enjoy the view. Several times people would come out and we would introduce ourselves and explain what we were doing. No one ever objected and often let our dog get out of the car and go play among the sheep, horses, cows, chickens, or goats.
While he played we chatted with our new friends.
One of the people we met and a man that lived in the run down house and kept goats. When he came out we were not sure what would happen. He came out with a shotgun in hand.
We were quick to explain. He smiled and said give me the dog. We did not want to surrender our dog but we did want to live. With reluctance we handed over our little dog.
He held him up and smiled and said hey boy lets go meet the goats. He took him over to see the goats and soon our dog was kissing the goats and wiggling and trying to get down playing. The man put him down and let him go play. Our dog was in seventh heaven and so were the goats. We then spoke to the man and an easy relationship ensued that over the years involved us visiting so our dog could play with the goats and him coming to the shop to sell us things.
We bought whatever he brought weather it was something we could use or not because he did come up with the most amazing things from time to time.
We also always

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