Lots of good advice on here, some laughs, some black humor.. sounds like a Mudcat thread. Just to remind myself that this isn't just a fun-filled discussion, when I was a little kid, I had a puppy named Tipper. Took that pup for rides in my little wagon, and we were inseparable. The morning that I was starting Kindergarten, I was sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast with my Mom and Dad and sisters when we heard a squeal of tires and then a car racing off. We went to see what had happened, and discovered that Tipper had squeezed out through the screen door, and was lying dead in the street. I had about two miuntes to cry, and then I headed off for my first day of school.
I LOVE dogs...
Jerry