08-18-2003, 03:45 PM
His name is Figaro. He was born on April Fool's day in 1997. He is part Springer Spaniel, and parts and pieces of other fine breeds. A true composite dog, per Mark Twain*.
Our fish owning has expired. After Fletcher the Fifth (our fifth gold fish) died a horrible death and Fletcher the Sixth (Siamese Fighting Fish) did the same, we decided that fish were simply not our thing. Only Fletcher the First survived, and that because my son "set him free" in a hotel fountain right before we moved from Kansas and could not take him with us.
*About composite dogs, per Twain:
"A composite dog is a dog who embodies all of the finest characteristics of a number of breeds. A mongrel is all the riff-raff left over." (Or words to that effect, I forget the exact quote.)
Our fish owning has expired. After Fletcher the Fifth (our fifth gold fish) died a horrible death and Fletcher the Sixth (Siamese Fighting Fish) did the same, we decided that fish were simply not our thing. Only Fletcher the First survived, and that because my son "set him free" in a hotel fountain right before we moved from Kansas and could not take him with us.
*About composite dogs, per Twain:
"A composite dog is a dog who embodies all of the finest characteristics of a number of breeds. A mongrel is all the riff-raff left over." (Or words to that effect, I forget the exact quote.)
Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Men 'O War!
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete