Originally posted by Dixieland Dancer
... The problem in our house is *I* can't
make it through the night...
<snikker>

Dad'z been known ta have that problem, too.

Cept *WE* don't get an outie ebery time he duz !
We check da sun klok - iffin itz Dark:Thirty, we jest roll over an keep hiz spot warm. He'll be rite back.

We get a break whenebber he fallz asleep inna kliner chair... alluz wakez up inna *FUZZ* an nebber memberz who ate an who dun whut...
Hasta look inna kitchun to see if therz a durty pot - *yes* meanz HE ate (an we prolly did, too).
By this tyme we jumpin up 'n down like idiutz so he litz us *out*, tinkin he furgot dat part...
Now herez da gud part ~ long as SmokeMutt duzint *blow it*...

We come back in an get our biskitz...
Then *I* go ober an look inna bowl - then *stare* at Dad wiffa sad-eyez. Summtymez trot ober to da klozit what gotz our grub-kan inside - helpz ta gib da klozit door a reel big & sad *snifffff*.
Dad uzed ta fall fur it ebery tyme ~ Dint you guyz *EET*??? Do a kuppla back-flipz - an he'z dishin out a mid-nite snak affore ya kan say *buRRp*!

Problem iz... dumm-bell lil brudder alluz gulpz hiz biskit, grabz a gulp a waddur, an headz off to the BigBed affore we get our storrie strait...
Dad'z started ta axk *him* iffin he'z *hongree*??
Not enuff jumpin around an Dad knowez he fed us!
NUTZ!