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Police in Florida arrested a prodigious but picky cat burglar Monday, accused of robbing more than $10 million worth of fine antique silver from celebrity homes and historic mansions across the South.

For months, precious pieces of silver -- a stein that once belonged to King George II, a silverware set smithed by Paul Revere -- have disappeared from stately homes across seven states, while other valuables were left untouched. In nearly every instance there were virtually no clues, police said, and the thief would often cover his tracks, even replacing panes of glass he removed from windows.

\"When all alarms were disabled, he would remove entire drawers full of silver items and take them outside to test them with his own silver test kit; plate silver would be thrown away at the scene and he would leave with only the finest and most expensive items,\" Sheriff Bill Leeper said in a statement.

\"I started Googling silver thefts,\" Mason told ABCNews.com. \"And as soon as I saw a pattern, I knew it was Blane. I called the police in Atlanta and told them, 'Let me explain how this is all going to go down.'\"

Sticking to silver has its advantages, Mason said. It means the thief rarely has to venture upstairs into a home he's robbing. And it means that victims often don't realize they've been robbed \"until Thanksgiving or Christmas rolls around and they go to take out their good silverware.\"

The monastery loomed out of the half light, a huge jumble of white washed ramparts high above on a rocky crag. Once inside we crept quietly through the courtyard, all still and no one to be seen, the monks still sleeping. We headed up to the roof. The steps were steep and the thin cold air burnt our lungs. But it was worth it. The view over the houses and across the Indus Valley to the mountains beyond was breathtaking in the other sense. The first light of the sun painted the summit of Stok Kangri before creeping ever lower, across the range and finally over the valley floor to the monastery. Its rays were welcome, my toes were stinging with the cold and my finger tips numb.

A young monk appeared on a balcony and high above the world he began the call to prayer. The striking of a metal rod on rock, chimed out the same call that had been issued from these walls every morning for over 500 years. The sleeping dogs began to bark. Buddhist monasteries often host a large number of them and Thikse was no exception. It is said that dogs are reincarnations of monks who did not do their duty well, so they are tolerated and given a warm home by the living. Slowly the monks emerged. Small boys hurrying, yawning, their breath frosty clouds in the cold.

Older boys then came along carrying silver buckets, emptying out spoonfuls of tsampa barley which, with more tea, was added and stirred into a thick porridge. It was a little voyeuristic as we watched them eating breakfast, our own empty stomachs starting to rumble. The monks began to chant, reading sacred lines from thin strips of paper they had unwrapped from silk bindings.

The periparturient behaviour of silver-fox females inside traditional and modified breeding boxes was video-recorded. The behaviour was analysed from 24 hours before parturition to 72 hours after, and in three diurnal periods. Twenty litters had the traditional simple breeding box, whereas 14 litters had a box with a narrow entrance tunnel. Compared to females in traditional boxes, females in tunnel boxes spent more time sleeping inside the box both before and after parturition, cleaning newborn cubs and grooming cubs while lying down, but less time looking out of the box. Excavation performed on the floor prior to parturition was performed equally often in both box types. The differences between box types were particularly pronounced for primiparous vixens. During the three postparturient days most differences in behaviour between box types were only found during working hours (0800-1500h). At this time females in non-tunnel boxes spent considerably less time sleeping and more time in locomotion within the box, looking out of the box, walking into or out of the box, standing partly out of the box, or staying out of the box, than females in tunnel boxes. Cub mortality was lower in tunnel boxes than in non-tunnel boxes. The results indicate that females in tunnel boxes had a more relaxed behaviour and were able to nurture their offspring more effectively. They did not watch their surroundings as frequently as females in traditional breeding boxes. Giving silver foxes a breeding box with an entrance tunnel may improve the welfare of both female and offspring.

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Sex, Breed: Neutered male, black and brown Boxer and Rottweiler.

Age: Estimated to be 11 years old.

Shelter staff made these comments about this dog: Doobie's foster family says that he has obviously been trained in the past and that he seems to be completely housebroken. Doobie often goes into his crate to lie down when they are all hanging out downstairs though he prefers to follow his fosters around the house to be part of the excitement. Doobie is pretty calm and well behaved indoors. He enjoys pets and scratches and will let you know you are not done paying attention to him by gently bumping your hand with his head. He is a chill dog and is content to spend most of the day sleeping. He is the perfect work from home buddy as he will just lay on the floor while you work. be457b7860