May 23 2005

Thereâs very sad news this week gang. Bob Hunter has been involved in an incident that just might cost him his relationship with his black lab, whose name is "Hungry"

It seems that he backed his pick-up up his driveway, through it in park, and leaving the door to the cab open, walked around to the rear of the truck to hook up his boat trailer to the trailer hitch.

"Hungry" saw this. And water and traveling by truck being the only two things that she loved more than food, she immediately jumped in the open cab door and started bouncing around in excitement.

In this excitement of hers she somehow knocked the truck out of park, and the truck started rolling down the driveway.

As luck would have it, this happened just as Bob was dropping the tongue of the boat trailer onto the trailer hitch. What with the trailer hitch being attached to the bumper of the truck, and the truck going down the driveway, the tongue fell down on Bob's right foot and cracked a bone in his big toe.

As fast as he could, Bob, looking like he was doing a Walter Brennan impression, caught up to the truck, put his good foot where they used to have a running board and launched himself into the cab.

Well he wasnât accustomed to using his left foot in that manner, and in the heat of the moment he over-compensated and succeeded in driving top of his skull smartly into the top of the truckâs doorway.

Now the doctors are of a mixed opinion as to whether or not he was already unconscious when he bit the end of his tongue off. They also disagreed as to whether the concussion that he sustained was caused by smacking into the roof of the truck cab, or when he fell from the truck and the back of his head came in contact with the concrete driveway.

They are united, however, in the opinion that he could not have felt anything when the left rear tire of the truck ran over his right hand, thereby altering the shape of several of those tiny little bones that make possible the wondrous flexibility of the human wrist.

He was also spared the pain of seeing his truck gain momentum, accelerate down his driveway, and bury itâs nose into the side of his neighborâs brand new Farrari.

One of our club members visited him in the hospital, said "Hello Bob", but got no response.

Not knowing all the details of the incident, the visitor said," Whatâs the matter, Bob, cat got your tongue?"

Bob looked at him in a strange way, and then said with a strange speech impediment, "Funny you should say that. After my accident they never found the tip of my tongue. Either I swallowed it, or "Hungry" ate it. Guess Iâll never really know." And he turned and stared out the window.

No, he never will ever really know. Only "Hungry" knows for sure.

Till next week
Helga Biermeister
Secretary