Hello all!


PRomised the echo mod and others I'd tell this story, and
since it's relevant to this echo which could use some life
will give you a good chuckle.

I've told stories here about BUddy, my
boerman/sherpherd/dane HEinz 57 that looked like Marmaduke
from the funnies.

I'd moved back to Des MOines Iowa from southeastern IOwa and moved into a
friend's house.  Since the telco had come out
to add another phone line for me, and a separate service box to go along
with it we were having some phone line fun.

This was also the location of the state headquarters office
of an organization, and since I was around most of the day I was by default
office scribe, telephone answerer, etc.

Before both the home owner's line and the office line could
be answered from the office room itself or the living room
upstairs.  BOb's personal phone could be answered from the
office, his bedroom or the living room.

My phone line complicated things.
FIrst, we wanted to give me the capability to answer the
office line from my desk, as well as answer my line from the office, my
room or the living room.

so we're playing the phone distribution shuffle here, and
we've got the system somewhat disfunctional.  ROomate's line could only be
answered at the moment from his bedroom, my
line only from mine, office from the living room.  OF
course, it was time out for pork chops and baked potatoes.

We both sat down in front of the tube in the living room
with the usual balanced meal (plate balanced on knee) to
watch whatever it was we found, iirc a college basketball
game we both had an interest in.  My phone rings, a cousin
updating me on a relative's medical condition and other
family stuff.  I go to answer it, carrying my plate along,
sit on the edge of my bed, and continue eating my dinner as
I listen to my cousin cry on my shoulder for 20 minutes.

BOb's phone rings.  Bob puts down his plate on an end table, lumbers back
to his bedroom and answers his personal line.
bet you can guess the rest.

I'm talking to my cousin and pretty soon I hear all
sorts of language not fit for polite radio (or echomail for
that matter) and bob yelling "I'm gonna kill your dog!"

You could sit on the floor in front of this dog eating your
dinner, plate on your lap as you sit with legs fold up and
plate.  HE knew better, but leave that plate unguarded or
set it   on the floor and it was fair game.  Also BOb picked on BUddy a
bit, so I'm sure when he abandoned his dinner
BUddy would have been grinning if he had that capability.


Regards,
           Richard
--- timEd 1.10.y2k+