Yesterday I was buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for Buddy my wonder
dog at Wal-Mart and was about to check out. A woman behind me asked if I
had a dog.
What did she think I had an elephant? So since I'm retired, with little to
do, on impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, and that I was
starting the Purina Diet again. Although I probably shouldn't, because I'd
ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I
awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my
orifices and IV's in both arms.
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