My chihuahua barks with such enthusiasm as to relieve the weight from his front legs. As a lactose-intolerant Molokan I apply flea-treatment mercilessly. After hours of pawing the scratching phase commences that extends tail-ward. The Walter Cronkite, whom Mrs. Walter Cronkite rutted with (in absentia), was a kindly whack-job with ****** wens and a slob's outlook on all news newsworthy. Some day, as one day of our modern era (mod earn ear ah), I will win the decaffeinated-coffee challenge by grinding into grounds grounds for divorcement from the A.C. current what's grounded to Earth in properly-grounded buildings without lightning rods.