After 8:00 PM the doorbell rang. It was a guy in a red shirt and a badge named Steve and he said he was from our telephone company.

He wanted to sell me their fiber optic service. I said we weren't interested. My reply was: "I told the first salesman why I wasn't interested. I did not feel a need to repeat myself to the next four. I am not effing (to clean it up) interested in effing explaining it again."

I then slammed the door in his face. I should have let OldDog (Mark 2.0 and NewDog (Mark 4.0) out to "greet" him.

I then called his employer to ask why they had people ringing doorbells after 8:00 PM. Maybe it's time for a new telephone company.

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My wife just called to tell me that NewDog (Mark 4.0) pulled a leather-bound copy of The History of the Peloponnesian War (by Thucydides) off the shelf and proceeded to chow down on the leather cover. It was not in its usual place, I was referring to it as I read Donald Kagan's The Peloponnesian War (his one-volume "popular" treatment of his four-volume opus).

"...the first page of Thucydides is, in my opinion, the commencement of real history. All preceding narrations are so intermixed with fable, that philosophers ought to abandon them, to the embellishments of poets and orators." (David Hume)

With this, she has joined a very exclusive club. OldDog (Mark 2.0, readers may recall that OldDog, Mark 3.0 passed away last may) chewed up a omnibus edition of The Lord of the Rings when she was roughly the same age.

I know I can get another copy, heck, I can get it for free from Project Gutenberg. But I had this one for about twenty-five years. Ah, NewDog, you're trying my patience!

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