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You know.... this whole thread reminds me of one summer that I spent on my grandfather's farm in north Alabama. He had quite a few hunting dogs, big ones, who knew their business and were manly, man kind of dogs. We would go hunting in the early mornings and the dogs were always there; sniffing, hunting, baying at the least movement and were an absolute pleasure to be around. Real dogs.

This particular summer was more memorable than others because as the end of my visit came near, one of my cousins, whom I had never met, arrived at the farm to stay for a couple of weeks. The only problem was this particular cousin brought the most obnoxious creature (I won�t call it a dog) that I have ever had the displeasure to stumble upon... a chihuahua.

As my cousin got out of the pickup truck and walked toward us, this creature leapt out of her arms and ran straight over to the dogs... the real dogs. This caricature of a real dog barked, jumped, leapt and pranced around all of the real dogs in some vain effort to convince all of the real dogs that this small, pathetic creature, was in fact a dog. The more that the real dogs ignored the chihuahua, the louder it barked, jumped and in general, made a nuisance of itself.

On that hot Alabama afternoon, this almost surrealistic dance seemed to go on forever as that small, pathetic creature continued to do its best to convince all of the real dogs that it was in fact, a dog... For the most part, the real dogs ignored the chihuahua until finally, one of the older dogs appeared to have had enough and lashed out with a massive paw, followed immediately by an enormous -woof-.

The rest of the real dogs froze and immediately gazed about to see what had caught the ire of one of the older dogs. That silent, still moment stretched on until finally each dog deliberately turned towards the now silent chihuahua. In that quiet, still moment, each of the real dogs appeared to make some internal assessment of this pathetic caricature of a dog. Slow, methodical, and sure, the group came to some silent, but unanimous decision.

Collectively, they turned as a group and slowly made their way to the back of the farm, where the shade was plenty and the air cooler, and not quite so noisy with the shrill yapping of this small caricature of a dog. And there they sat, waiting for the signal to venture out once again, sounding off with that hoarse baying sound of real dogs on the hunt.

In the background was this small pathetic thing that would never quite be a real dog. Who knows, maybe it dreamed of someday becoming one ... but in the end, it was just a chihuahua.

You, Larry, are a chihuahua.





And though Jeff may be making an ass of himself somewhat, I get him. You have [bleep] on so many threads to boost your own little ego, he's just having fun returning it.