had a lab that would open my cooler w/her nose, stick her head in and grab a can. then she'd bite into it, drop it on the ground and lap it all up.
my other lab wouldn't touch the stuff. i figured she was a Baptist.
"Mr. seclark. Wrong for gravy, wrong for jelly, wrong for biscuits."
"If every Planeteer who was disliked by another Planeteer stopped being a Planeteer we wouldn't have any Planeteers."