Jerry came home yesterday afternoon saying that if we hit the lottery, the first thing he would invest in is a new service that freezes a sample of your dog's DNA and will make a clone when you request it for the low, low price of $100,000.
He spent the afternoon talking about how great it would be to know Toby could live on for eternity by freezing his genes and making one clone after another.
Our neighbor was over to continue work on the Great Window Extravaganza of 2008, and when the guys got hungry, I made them lunch, setting their sandwiches on an end table in the living room so they could eat while they worked.
Only a few minutes passed when Dave shouted, "Aw, TOBY!"
"What happened?" Jer asked.
"He ate my sandwich," Dave said, laughing.
Apparently Toby had stolen half of Dave's grilled cheese, ran away and horked it down before anyone could stop him.
"JESUS, TOBY!" Jer said, shaking his head, "and I wanted to CLONE YOU!"