I think that was the prayer of one of DD's cats yesterday! Little Miss was after the angel food cake, the prosciutto and the uneaten hamburger of one DGS. She was on a mission!

Last evening at an appreciation barbecue for supporters, in a shelter in a large park beside the Thames River in our city of London, given by a local candidate in a recent campaign for election to our provincial parliament, in a lineup for a beef patty, one young man who had put a cheese slice on his open bun inadvertently dropped the cheese on to the floor. When he picked it up and put it on a pile of goods on a nearby table, I suggested, with laughter, that, as it had been less than five seconds on the concrete floor of this shelter ... ... it should be retreadable! He didn't think so! Well ... maybe one could take it home to give to the dog, then. He didn't consider that to be a worthwhile suggestion either. He dispatched it to a garbage can nearby. (I couldn't offer help ... as I don't have a dog ... and I'm sure that a cat would spurn such an offering). I used to live in that area, but moved out of the city over 10 years ago ... and still offer some support. The candidate won the seat, by the way. ole joyfuelled

Rusty, I'm sending that to my son. Today, he's at the farm cleaning up and getting ready for upcoming deer season.