Last Friday, I was buying a 80 lb. bag of
Purina "low-cal" for Sheba our 120 lb.
Labrador dog at Wal-Mart and was about
to check out...

When a woman behind me asked if "I had a dog."

On impulse, I told her that no, I didn't
have a dog, and that I was starting the
Purina Diet again.

Although I probably shouldn't, because
I'd ended up in the hospital last time,
but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I
awakened in an intensive care ward with
tubes coming out of most of my orifices
and IV's in both arms.

I told her that it was essentially a perfect
diet and that the way that it works is to
load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets
and simply eat one or two every time you
feel hungry & that the food is nutritionally
complete so I was going to try it again.

(I have to mention here that practically
everyone in the line was by now enthralled
with my story.)

Horrified, she asked if I ended up in the
intensive care unit because the dog food
poisoned me.

I told her no; I stepped off a curb to sniff
an Irish Setter's butt hole and a car hit us both.

I thought the guy behind her was going to
have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard!

WAL-MART won't let me shop there any longer!!!

Good one

Good stuff this morning.