I'm always proud of them

But especially last night, and I'm sure in the days to come.

When one of my chows got out and I was chasing her down the street,

a passing driver swerved and tried to hit her, then drove past me laughing his fool head off. If not for a ditch she jumped into, she'd have wound up like poor Marble's Bradley.

You must keep us posted as to the situation.

Your son is troubled, but I'm sure you love him. I'm glad he brought Bradley into your lives at least for a short time, and I'll be praying for an understanding resolution.

How COULD YOU at a time like this?

Was your neighbor prosecuted?

My southside neighbor has threatened my 2 little dogs because they're not permanently silent the way he wants the rest of the world to be. He's a bitter old man. My 1/4 acre is entirely fenced, but I still fear for Molly Maguire and Brigid. He used to lean over the fence and wave his arms and cuss at my old chows to stir them up, then go indoors and call his police chief buddy to complain about them. They say he keeps a lot of guns and I'm afraid he'll go postal someday.

I hope the business owners wind up UNDER the jail.

Thank you, grantcart!

Normally I'm no night owl since learning how to overcome my former insomnia. But after staying up til midnight, my eyes flew open like window shades at 2:30 a.m. However, between your OP and Cha's for SheShe's birthday, I'm in a jolly good mood. My heart breaks for the nation's GOP-inflicted wounds; yet standing up to the destroyers had to be done. Hopefully the lesson will sink in and last awhile.

I enjoy thinking of the pitcher in that reworked poem as President Obama.

For the sake of the whole country

I hope this is all over soon, and that the back of the GOP has been broken.

Another great man of the hour.

I agree about his being an American Senator. His newsletters are informative, and he looks beyond his own district. A righteous man indeed. America's so lucky to have him.

That's the funniest thing I've ever seen

since I caught Molly Maguire trying to sneak a pair of my gloves out of the house. I was letting her out the door and noticed her head tucked down awfully low. When I grabbed her to look, she had the gloves in her mouth and was trying to hide them between her chin and chest. Little rascal!