<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12pt"><div>Oh Debbie, how funny, guess it was you that had lots to learn, not Charles. Once these guys get their diplomas from "Training 2-Leggers for Dummies" school, they become experts at sabotaging our best efforts.</div><div><br></div><div>Yesterday, my poor, "fragile" Archie with the arthritic hips, limping about the house and crying in pain saw an open door and suddenly charged out to the street, down to the corner where I found him playing with the new neighborhood dog (a tiny Dachshund named Buddy). I had to use brute force to get him back home, he was so excited, he forgot to limp. I had just explained to some friends visiting us about his trip to the Vet, all the $$ I had to spend for his meds, etc. We had a mother-son talk and I decided if his meds were doing so good, I'd take'm instead, shoot, I haven't been able to charge down the
street in ages! He didn't seen phased by my threats:)</div><div><br></div><div>Judy (aka limping 2-legger)<br></div></div></body></html>