From: bobhtradgirl@cello.qnet.com (Bob Harrington)
Subject: Re: Milktoast Frees a Boulder Problem
Date: 1999/05/19

Dingus Milktoast  <crharristradgirl@midtown.net> wrote:
> Bouldering is good clean fun and that much is fact.

Sometimes, sometimes not.  I was having a nice session this evening, doing
a circuit, working a few, musing and analogizing between bouldering, love, 
chess, etc.  Found a key and solved a mystery or two to some problems I've 
been working.  Stayed late. 

Nice sunset, and only two other people bouldering in the Buttermilk. Chatted
with one of them, but bouldered by myself.  Shrubs are blooming, plus, they 
bladed the road.

So I'm heading home, when it is revealed to me that my dog (Angus) had
spent the session happily and successfully hunting down, digging up, and
devouring human feces.  He revealed this by retching on the front seat and
floor of my truck.  I gagged, stopped the Chevy and started to get out, 
but before I could I administer a solid beating to the literal son of a 
bitch, he ate the vomit and bolted out the door.  

The stench was unbelieveable -- dog bile and semidigested excrement -- the 
whole being substantially greater than the sum of its parts.  Fast ride 
home, head out the window, dog in the back.  I am presently consumed with 
the fear that he will later re-regurgitate the mess tonight in this very 
spot where I now sit reading rec.climbing.

Bob

PS -- Mick, your flyers for Croft's slide show don't say what time.

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