To: fatima
It was before my day. But my folks had a dog named Tippy.
Dog was part Spitz. She would not be kept in the yard.
She would jump the fences from one end of the block to the other and then back.
Little old lady that lived on the block that loved Limburger but her husband wouldn't let it in the house.
She had the butcher triple wrap it in brown paper and she drug it up the street. Guess who got the Limburger...Tippy.
1,617 posted on
12/10/2005 5:39:51 PM PST by
TASMANIANRED
("You cannot kill hope with bombs and bullets." Sgt Clay.)
To: TASMANIANRED
She liked his spirit.My father had a dog named Buttons,a little tiny thing and him a Sargent in the Army.Buttons would bite you as soon as look at you and like to pee on the rug.When my Father went to God my sister got Buttons and I swear he had my Father's spirit.I watched as they let this little tiny dog out to go to the bathroom.It ran through every yard and got all the dogs barking and then crossed the street and did the same and came barking at the back door.She let Buttons in and he walked over and peed on the rug and smiled-did you ever see a dog smile-he smiled all teeth chin to chin-he had my Father's spirit.
1,659 posted on
12/10/2005 6:07:41 PM PST by
fatima
(I told the doctor, ``Doc, my foot hurts -- what should I do?'' ``Limp,'' he said. H. Youngman)
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