"Hallo! Wie gehts? Ich hiesse Sassy Sara Leigh oder Sara. Und du? Wie heisst du?"

"No Sara. It's not like the telephone...you can't speak. You're gonna hafta type...and quit with the German!"

"I'm a boxer--I come from Germany. I'm a big scary dog with big strong jaws, sinewy muscles, and nerves of steal!"

"No you don't. You came from a local breeder. You're a big HAIRY dog with slobbery jaws and nerves of jello."

*gasp* "I can't believe you just insulted me! Me! Your loyal, faithful, compassionate, trusting--"

"Enough! Just tell the nice people what you wanted to say!"

"OKAY! Quit bugging me. Go away--I'll bark if I need your help...AND NO READING OVER MY EARS...IT DRIVES ME NUTS! Grrrr...

Ok guys, sorry bout that. Sheesh! You know how these humans can be.

Now then. My name is Sassy Sara Leigh. You may call me Precious Princess Sara----*sigh* Mom just gave me "THE LOOK" so I guess Sara will suffice.

I am a 2 yr old furry-oshush death machine. Uh-oh. Just got the *AHEM* from Mom. That means You'd-better-watch-it-Missy-or-you'll-end-up-in-time-out. Ok, so i'm only a death machine to flowers. Hey can I help it roses taste so good? I prefer the red ones but since I ate it down to a stubb--yes, thorns and all--I'll make do with the pinks. Mmmmmmm...pinks...reminds me of the glad-e-olas that Granmom bought yesterday. Mmmmmm...

Uh-oh! I've gotten drool all over the keyboard. Hope Mom doesn't see this mess! Umm...I'd better go for right now...geez, what a mess I've made...I'll try to write more when I ain't droolin' so bad...oh dear! Hey! There's one of the cats...I can blame it on her or better yet, use her as a mop! HERRREEE KIITTTYYY KITTTTYYYYYYYYY...."

[ August 18, 2001: Message edited by: zippy-kat ]