The husband and wife were tooling down the highway in their Carat,
windows up, A/C on, a lapyap dog in her lap, a big stogie in the corner
of his mouth. The smoke was irritating the woman. The dog didn't like it
either, picked up on her distress and  was barking in the small dog high
pitched voice they all have.

She said to the man "Why don't you get rid of that smelly cigar?? Then
my dog wouldn't bark."  To which he retorted, "Get rid of that yapping
mongrel and I'll consider it. It was a stalemate.

Miles passed, the smoke and yapping continued. Finally the woman said
"All right, stop the van, and I will put the dog out! You get rid of
that cigar!!"

Surprised, the man crested the next hill and pulled over. He really did
want to get rid of that dog.

The woman opened the door, put the dog on the ground. The man dropped
his cigar onto the ground. They pulled back onto the highway.

In just a bit the man began to want a cigar. He reached into his jacket
breast pocket and found he had run out of his favorites. He thought of
that cigar he had left a ways back and decided to go get it. He slowed,
turned around and started back up the road. The wife was glad...she
wiped the tears from her eyes as she thought about maybe recovering her
little dog.

Just as they topped the hill, what did they see???? Here came the little
dog toward them in a brisk trot, something in his mouth.

They got a little closer, and they were astounded. Can you imagine what
was in the dogs month?

That wooden block!!!

John Rodgers
88GL Driver enjoying Fryeday