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That is a good one, and it sounds very similar to a story posted in the TimeZone Classic posts forum. It was posted by Norm Mowry on 10/18/2000 heres the post:
"Today, while at work in the community, I kept an eye out for any storefront signs that indicated there was sharpening done on premises. You see, I bought a pocketknife and wanted the manufacturer's edge a little sharper.
I stopped in one business, only to be told they only worked on lawnmower blades, but the proprietor suggested I try a business the next street over, run from someone's home. I was told I would recognize it by the sign in front.
I found the house easily enough. I hopped out of my car and saw a figure in the window and I asked loud enough to be heard, "Do you do sharpening here?"
A elderly man ambled out and said he did. Two dogs followed him - a black Labrador retriever, and a yellow Labrador retriever.
The dogs hopped up on the white picket fence as I asked if he could sharpen my pocketknife's blade. I explained to him that the metal of the blade is too hard to be sharpened on my stone. He looked disappointed when he told me he couldn't. As we talked, the yellow lab playfully tugged on my coat sleeve with his teeth as I patted his head.
"Knock it off, Rolex!," the old man yelled to the dog. The dog cowered behing him, and I quizzically looked at the old man.
"You named your dog, Rolex?" I asked. "Yep. And this one here is Timex."
"Wow. Are you into watches? You don't collect watches, by chance, do you?," I continued.
The old man looked at his watch... and then thought for a moment. "No. No. I don't collect watches." I could then see he realized why I asked such a question. Then he added, "These guys are watchdogs. That's why I named 'em Rolex and Timex."
I walked away laughing. Surely some devine force led me to find this, knowing I would enjoy it more than most others."
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