At 20:16 03/08/2002 -0600, Stan Wilder wrote:
>By George I've tried every trick in the book to get her into a pet
>carrier but she still gives me that "do you think I'm stupid look" and is
>still underfoot.
>I was hoping to win this one but........... oh! what the devil can I say?
>She just wore me down.

Yeah, yeah, that's how it always goes.  They pick you, you don't pick
them.  And they don't give up.  Just ask our Lucifer, er, I mean, Lucky.
Joachim
PS: the other three in the sig are dogs!

Joachim and Belinda and our fuzzballs Hobi, Lucky, and Leander,
...and our bridgekid Griffin, in Houston, TX
beekj@ghg.net

    Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know
    evil or jealousy or discontent.  To sit with a
    dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to
    be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not
    boring--it was peace.    Milan Kundera