<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><DIV>Hi all, it's Snoopy here,</DIV>
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<DIV>I'm feeling myself, I was snarky as you please at dinner tonight. Went to the dog park today, played some chase with a golden retriever and some ball with Cyrus and some bark at Meco and make her guard her orange ball (just a little bit) and was my typical, charming (ahroooooooooooooooo) self. Wednesday was a whole different story.</DIV>
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<DIV>Wednesday we went to the park and we played with Charlie ... and I wound up doing some bump and run with Charlie. See ... momPerson is a lab person which is why we call her the clueless momPerson and labs they play this game where they crash into each other chest to chest at a dead run ... kind of like elk or something .... don't ask me ... it's a lab thing ... but I'm a big boy and Cyrus taught me to play. momPerson always tells me not to play bump and run with them because they're so big and tall .... but heck I'm 72lbs of muscle .... I can bump and run with them ... and I do.</DIV>
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<DIV>Miss Debbie, both times it happened I'd been playing bump and run. First time with Cyrus in the hall and momPerson told us no, no and maybe 1/2 hr later she noticed me kind of hunching over and when she tried to get close I ran and hid outside .... this time she brought us home from the park and I'd been playing with Charlie like that ... she came home a couple of hours later and I was like that ... hunched over, licking the air.</DIV>
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<DIV>But, thing is, she really is clueless. Both times she was looking for a hurt leg or a hurt back and while she was going over me a voice in her head (from the drool) said .... "anytime you are looking for something wrong with him, give him a gas X and THEN go back to looking for it." Seriously. She thought it was my back or something but the voice said so she did and ... well ... I belched in her face. Big time. Some drooler must have told her that when they realized just how hopelessly clueless she is. Might have been you. Probably. Can't remember now but the Drool saved Snoopy.</DIV>
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<DIV>Both times was right around dinner time. Started before dinner. Both times. Somebody said maybe I need grain free food. Somebody said when I get my teeth cleaned next I better get a tummy tuck ... humm ... Cyrus says its tac not tuck .... not nearly so glamerous. Somebody else said it is genetic and runs in lines. </DIV>
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<DIV>I'm awfully sorry about Elder Clara ... that is enough to put the fear of G-d into anyone. momPerson is buying the stuff you said. momPerson is at least trainable. </DIV>
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<DIV>I can still play bump and run with Cyrus, right? If not ... um .... how you gonna stop us?</DIV>
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<DIV>More later from Snoopy</DIV></div></body></html>