A couple of weeks ago, my associate Gary Vasey and I were in Geneva to attend EMart, the energy trading show. We stopped by one of the local bistros for lunch and were soon joined in the restaurant by an elderly couple and their friend. They all sat together at a table next to ours, ordered their meal and coffee (with an extra saucer) and proceeded to enjoy a lovely afternoon respite….

Now, I don’t consider myself to be a germaphobe, but dogs don’t wear pants.

Speaking of dogs…funny story…

The younger of our two black labs has, just this weekend, decided that rocks make good eating. The only problem is that they clearly don’t make good digesting. Sometime in the wee hours of this morning, she started firing these golf ball sized rocks out of her “hind quarters” like a canine mortar, coating her crate and the surrounding furniture, walls, floors and rugs with unspeakable substances. Despite the valiant hours-long efforts of my dear wife to clean and disinfect the area, our house may be a total loss, leaving burning it to the ground as our only option.

Prior to drop off at the vet this morning, we’ve scored 3 large rocks and seashell. No telling what else is in there.

UPDATE: After two days, two vets, $1000, and a gastroscopy, we collected another rock and a chunk of plastic; leaving behind what appeared to be a piece of wood…

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