Knowing Your Dog Better Than Your Wife

Harrison walked into the police station to report that his wife was missing. The sergeant began writing up the case.
"How tall is she?"
"About so high, give or take a little."
"How much does she weigh?"
"About average, I guess."
"Color eyes?"
"Neutral. I'm not too sure."
"Hair color?"
"I don't know. It changes."
"What was she wearing?"
"I suppose a hat and a coat."
"Was she carrying anything?"
"Yeah, a dog on a leash."
"What kind of dog?"
"A pedigreed white and gray German Shepherd, weighing thirty-nine pounds, six hands high, license 21-14-697-41-AFY, wearing a black collar, slightly deaf in the left ear, and answers to the name of Sam!"

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