tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149344.post1278069023347969408..comments2023-11-05T05:13:27.200-05:00Comments on Sandwich Flats: Paticus' Past:Volume 11: The Broken LegPaticushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412270073568754882noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149344.post-18207991826849027032008-04-28T08:34:00.000-05:002008-04-28T08:34:00.000-05:00Anonymous(if that is your real name), wow. i don'...Anonymous(if that is your real name),<BR/> wow. i don't even remember us owning a dog named Dudley. I didn't remember the other dog either, I just had at least heard of him. I appreciate you setting the record straight.Paticushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04412270073568754882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149344.post-81663228963425350762008-04-26T17:32:00.000-05:002008-04-26T17:32:00.000-05:00You must have been more hazy from those painkiller...You must have been more hazy from those painkillers than we realized at the time, (Apparentlly Johnson & Johnson used to make acid laced little orange-flavored baby aspirin.), 'cuz the dog you had your forever etched in your selective memory run-in with was a scrawny found-at-the-pound Mutt named Dudley. The German Shepherd named Kasey, (Yeah, it was spelled with a K.) was a rather well-fed sedentary dog who NEVER ran laps around anything. (Especially since he was long dead and buried at the time of your now infamous crash.) <BR/> Sorry to ruin your broken legged trip down Memory Lane. The truth can be ugly, but it's got to be told. <BR/> I choose to remain anonymous at this time, but I may be in touch to collect my royalty check over the "Pssst. You want some Candy?" portion of Paticus' Past: Vol. 11. Hugs to J,L&R. Peace out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com