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Even when, during the period of their power, they called the author and his chief collaborator, H. R. Haldeman, 'the German shepherds,' it was bruited about that Ehrlichman was the nice one who might give you two sniffs and a lick. He was the one of this pair of guardians who sat and panted at Richard Nixon's feet, was seen to smile and heard to make the jocose sally.
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