I can't stop smiling! Recently I had a phone conversation that reminded me of the time I went home to find a nasty pomeranian yelping its little head off at me. My grandmother's latest fad, called Prince or King or some such ridiculous thing, stood at the door of my beloved ancestral home threatening to ruin the holiday I had been looking forward to that whole year. And for the entire duration of my stay, that pesky little motor-mouth would test my decibel tolerance level. The funny thing was that it would never come into the same room that I was in. It always barked from an adjoining room in a sort of half-assed threatening manner. It was probably scared that I would snap its tiny neck if it came too close to me! So when I receive a phone call from a person who does everything possible to avoid meeting me but barks senselessly over the phone, I can't help but be reminded of that fluffy white Pom. Come to think of it, Prince/King did try nibbling at my feet when I first entered the house. And if only for the first few seconds, he did prove that he was in the possession of the ever so important set of balls. Which is more than I can say about the poor sod desperately trying to bully me over the phone.