Neanderpundit

at least be with nice people. I was, yesterday, got to spend some time with Mr and Mrs Alger. Who are every bit as nice as you might suspect. And had a great time. The home improvements Mark is doing with his place are intense- I don’t envy him the work he has yet to do, but the place has a great layout and great potential, and is well on it’s way to being an incredibly cute home.

Now come the restraining orders, and the death threats. Still, unlike most people who meet me for the first time, they seemed not to run screaming in terror until the end of the evening. OK, maybe yawning, but terror was definitely involved.

Nice to meet them. If you have a chance, you should do so too.

Bloggers, as a bunch, I’ve noticed, are decent folks. We all have our specific goofiness, and I am the POSTER CHILD for it, but aside from the occasional nervous tic, we’re remarkably normal. I have met almost all the bloggers I regularly read, now. And I have enjoyed meeting them all, the Algers a classic example. Thanks, folks, it was a great evening.

to buy Steve H’s book. It’s appearing in bookstores as we speak, so go get a copy. Mine should be in the mail soon and I will review it as soon as I read it.

There were many many breeds of dogs, many more than there are now. Most breeds were sweet and good natured, some were ferocious protectors of the weak, and all were lovable.

A very few breeds, though, were destructive. They loved to eat couches. THey loved to eat anything they could reach, in fact, and often did. They were often found on the table, getting into things that they shouldn’t be into.

The decision was made, for the good of all mankind, that these animals be neutered, so that their demon seed not be passed on, and homes all over the planet would be unscathed.

The destructive dogs, were allowed to live happy lives, but they were unable to reproduce, so the genes of deep destruction were not passed on.

Except for one dog.

A beagle.

His owner looked at him, and the beagle gave him the beagle look, and he said, ” I can’t do this to such a cute dog”.

Thus, the beagle’s cuteness saved the breed from extinction.

Got a dog who likes to destroy things? Probably a bit o’ beagle in the woodshed.