Had a bit of a scare here, yesterday. This is going to be a dog story.
If you look over to the right (you may need to scroll down a bit), you’ll see a brief statement about me and this site. You’ll also see a little photo that is my avatar. It appears not only here but also wherever I leave comments on Google-based sites. To the extent anyone online knows me, they probably know me by that picture.
The dog in the photo is named Napoleon, and he is the older of the two bulldogs with whom I now live. (The other is Homer, but he is still a very young dog and doesn’t rate much more than a mention in this story). Napoleon is a hell of a guy, and it is only the result of sheer dumb chance that I’ve been lucky enough to spend so many years with him.
