I grew up with an English Bulldog, Ben. (by the way, I am a real sucker for English Bulldogs, just can't afford one! ) He would sit beside your leg, never jump up, never whine or fuss; just sit there and follow your fork with his eyes and the drool would just be literally pouring out of both sides of his mouth! We were constantly having to wipe his mouth off! It was hilarious.

[This message has been edited by lhg0962 (edited December 01, 2000).]