WannaskaWriter

     Vell, I was sitting' here mind in' me own business when the telephone rings and I notice it's a St. Cloud call, denoting it's a call for the wife. Usually I holler up to Jaquinta that it is one of her own calling to say "I love you, Ma," and defer the responsibility of answering it to her, than make small talk until she picks up the phone in her own good time.    So, not thinking, I naturally answer the phone. "Hullo." I sez.      "Hi," Seth sez, "I lost the keys to the car."      "You're f***ed,' I sez. 'We don't be havin' have a spare key for that car. Where are you then?"      "Deer River, where I spent the night, he explained quietly. "You know, instead of driving in a blizzard. Remember I called you guys about 12:30 AM? There's about five inches of snow over here."    "And you lost these keys, how?' I implored, all the while knowing it's one of thos...

   Sven threw the stick over the high grass and into the creek with a splash! This was immediately followed by a distinct 'KAPLOOSH! as the smaller of the two dogs, 'Dazee,' and 'Cubby,' hurtled herself off the bank and far  out into the water to retrieve it; 'retrieving' being a far stretch of the imagination, for Dazee just grabs the stick, swims to the other side, deposits the stick there and then swims back eager for another dive.    This dog is the Border Collie/ cross dog we thought was water-shy. Cubby is a Lab/Chesapeake cross and born to the water; she has always leapt into the water with all-knowing abandon, but not Dazee. No Dazee is a latent water lover. Her preference was to merely run along the bank at high speeds catapulting her compact muscular body across beaver runways and rocketing along the undulations of the creek bank as though on a roller coaster track; she had blinding speed.    But it must have occurred to her that she had been...