Klarinet Archive - Posting 000607.txt from 2000/09

From: LeliaLoban@-----.com
Subj: [kl] I'm sorry, Simon
Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2000 19:55:20 -0400

Bill Wright wrote,
> My dog has learned to leave the room when I pick up my clarinet,
>even before I take the cap off. Today I bought a new broom for the
>kitchen. It has a black handle, and I never stopped to think how my
>long-suffering dog would interpret it. As I came in the front door,
>carrying the broom, he gave me the saddest look I have ever received
>from an animal, and then he headed dispiritedly for the doggie-door.
> So I turned around and went back to the store to exchange the
>broom.

LOL! -- Oh, I shouldn't laugh. You're a nice man to consider the doggie's
feelings and I hope he appreciates you. But this story illustrates the
difference between a dog and a cat. When I dragged home my last clarinets
(two old beaters at once, from a foray to rural flea markets), Shadow Cat
eyed those cases suspiciously the minute I brought them in the door. When I
set them on the floor (I'd not opened the cases indoors yet), She Who Must Be
Obeyed levelled an accusing yellow stare at me, then walked over and sniffed
each case, then turned around and pawed her back feet with dramatically
vigorous kicks, as if she were burying something in the litter box. Then she
tossed her sleek little head and, without looking at me again, she flounced
out of the room.

Lelia
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If today is the first day of the rest of your life, what the hell was
yesterday?
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