<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" ><tr><td valign="top" style="font: inherit;">As some of you know, Im at home taking care of our geodoglet this month, as she recovers from back surgery and gets physical therapy to walk again. Guess that makes me a bit sensitive to stories of this type.<br><br>http://www.eastvalleytribune.com/story/136583<br><br>Apparently someone is poisoning dogs in Carriage Lane Park. It is strychnine laced hamburger. If you cache with your dog/s or walk with them in that park or other nearby parks, you might want to keep an eye out.<br><br><div><div><div><div><div>Tsegi Mike and Desert Viking</div><div><font color="#6633cc"></font> </div><div><font color="#6633cc">Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes<br> On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated -- so:<br>"Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges --<br> "Something lost behind the Ranges.
Lost and waiting for you. Go!"</font></div><div></div><div><font color="#6633cc"></font> </div><div></div><div><font color="#6633cc">Rudyard Kipling , The Explorer 1898</font></div></div></div></div></div></td></tr></table><br>