comet was mad, literally, barking mad, i didn't ring his ball. he barked, no ball, no poop, mister, we must have the old quid pro quo, gnome sane?
funny, just when i wrote this, mary said she was hoping to avoid lurking pitfalls. i said i know what you mean i think. i always head straight for the looming pitfall. mea culpa, that's my foe pa, m.o.