Daddog just got home from a Lions breakfast meeting…. unharmed…. to make him feel special I acted like I hadn’t seen him in a year… jumping, kisses, biting, the whole thing…he ate it up…I can be very affectionate.. speaking of CATS… those darn (cleaned up for our younger readers) Cats were back … I grabbed Daddogs hand and tried to get him to open the back door. so I could explain the need for their Departure..He didn’t get it.. once again very dense..( I try, but I don’t think there is Hope for him)… I even used small words… feel my frustration… a DOGS life… I’ve tried spelling it out for him… but as you know I don’t spell that well… maybe he’ll read what he’s writing…. yeah right