We had a flock of dogs. I’m not at all sure they were purebred dingoes, but they were labeled as such. We got that exhibit straightened out, got oddball animals out of there and just got the exhibit straightened out. And once and for all, we stopped selling dingo puppies on Zoo Day in the spring, every year. There was one holiday, there was Zoo Day, and they sold dingo puppies. My God, half of the wild dogs in the town were related to those dingoes. We had an old building that had good cages, the old type cages with vertical bars and so on. There was an empty elephant cage there, a sign that was kept in respect for the former zoo director who had been killed there by the elephant.
