Dasko’s
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St. Martin, Germany The saga had started over a year earlier. Jutta and I, with Cento vom Lauran, our one year old German Shepherd Dog, had flown from Washington to Germany for holidays. Jutta had her yearly class reunion. It was near by St. Martin, close to the French border. Cento and I were to stay at a hotel in St. Martin.
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Cento was our second German Shepherd Dog. We had gotten him some time after we lost our first German Shepherd Dog, Tessa von Rautenstrauch, to old age. She had been an absolutely wonderful companion, accompanying us every year on our trips to Germany. This was to be Cento’s first trip to Germany. St. Martin is a small tourist town, dating back several centuries, with narrow streets paved with cobble stones. It looked as if it was fashioned after Disneyland! The hotel was at least a century old. Across the street was a winery. In fact, St. Martin was one winery after another, with green vineyards extending as far as one could see.
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