AMAZING, yesterday I was down Cape, and went to an antiques shoppe.
There was the proprieter of the shop,that looked older than any of the things
in the shoppe.
She sw the Brown Dogs in the car, and said .
"Oh I have a dog too"
I said, "what kind?"
"A Belgian Malinois" the little old lady replied.
"He is out back"
I said, "Oh I would like to see him"
So I go around back, and there is this pup about 5 months of age,tied to a dog
house,barking and jumping, and with a much too tight collar on.
A SPAZZ DOG if you know what I mean. The poor dogs that NEVER get off a leash
and are regulated for eternity in the back yard.
Anyway, I check him out and his surroundings, and now I am a bit dirty and oh
so smelly as this dog STUNK.

I go back into the shoppe, and ask how long she has had him.

Oh I bought him, and now he might be too much for me. I can't even go back
there much to feed him, as he has made so many wholes in the lawn, so I have a
neighbour boy bring the dog food and water...

We talk some more and I know that this dog is going to be sent to the pound
sooner or later...

So with all my wonderful charm,; ) she signs my contract,gives me the papers,
and the dog, and a wee bit of money...

And off we go....

I named him ODIN...

Paulette~









"The only thing about resisting temptation
is you might not get another chance"