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Sorry folks, but we're just vis'tin' here, but I stuck NONPD in the subject. Bill, this reminded me of a couple of funny stories. We have some good neighbor friends (he flies RC, also) who would remind you of Ray's Mother and Father in Everybody Loves Raymond (which I think is one of the best shows on TV, poor guy!), but they truly do love each other deeply. It's just they both have a dry cutting wit and speak before they think. It is absolutely hilarious to be around the two of them once you realize they are not mad at each other. They have a sweet female black Lab named Madam who is not aloof as the name would imply. Fred told me one day how she got her name. Cheryl was the one who had brought the dog home. They had not named her and Cheryl would yell at Fred to let the dog out (or in) or to do this or do that. He finally started responding, "She's not MY damn dog!" After a few times of saying this it started coming out, "She's not myDAMN dog!" Thus was born the name Madam. She has a companion cross, mostly Beagle, named Woodstock. Those two are a pair. Woodstock is the brains and Madam is the brawn. Fred has trained them to go sit on the carpet at the edge of the Den/Kitchen while he fills their food bowls or if they have been too much underfoot. All he has to say is "CARPET" and two doggie behinds are immediate transported to that spot, with only enough of their backside on the carpet to be called legal. > ---------- > From: William Harshaw[SMTP:[log in to unmask]] > Sent: Friday, June 09, 2000 1:27 PM > Subject: Our dog > > Our dog is a four-and-a-half year old Airedale Terrier named "Madam". > She's > our third Airedale, the male was called "Sir" and the other bitch Madam as > well. We've had Airedales for twenty-five years now and they're just > fabulous. They aren't popular enough to have become inbred. Ours have > been > independant and loyal. Esther grooms and disciplines Madam while I > exercise > her and feed her. The only trouble is that, like all dogs, she is a > thief, > taking everything from veal scaloppini to applepie from the kitchen > counter. > Liberally sprinkling the counter with cayenne pepper did not solve the > problem - the only solution is vigilence. But, I'm making her out to be a > badly behaved dog. Not so. > > Each morning, rain or shine, I get up at 5:30+/- 15 minutes, put a fresh 9 > volt battery in my neurostimulator, pop my pills and go for a brisk 5 > kilometre - for the Amrerican non-metric types, about 3.25 miles - walk > through Rosedale, a midtown residential neighbourhood. It takes us about > forty-five minutes. This is usually the high point o the day for me. > > In July, when we're usually at the family cottage, I slide my sixteen foot > cedar strip canoe into the water and Madam hops in in front of the bow > seat > and sits quietly as I paddle her around the lake for half an hour or so. >