8:03 p.m. | 2002-09-28 Lay Down Sally. In high school I dated this guy named John. I was madly, wildly in love with him as only you can be as a teenager. He lived with his mother except that his mother was always in a city hundreds of miles away. He was 19 and had a house to himself. Of course, that was the PARTAY house. Every weekend, and some weeknights, people (underage and overage) would gather to party down. There was a lot of drinking, smoking and drug consumption. It was the place to be! People crashed there all the time. Everyone played poker, participated in beer drinking contests and watched Saturday Night Live and The Benny Hill Show. John had a Doberman dog named Sally. At the time, Eric Clampton�s song, �Lay Down Sally� was a hit so everyone would get drunk/high and sing Lay Down Sally to the dog. Now Sally was a sweet dog. Not terribly bright, not ferocious at all, but very sweet. But, alas, she had this odd little habit. She used to stroll down to the neighbor�s house and steal his dog�s dish which she would diligently bring back to John. John would laugh, thank her and set it in the entryway. Pretty soon he had accumulated about a dozen or so of his neighbor�s dog�s dishes. The just sat there in the entryway. Sally�s little trophies. Then Sally started to vary her loot. One day, she came home with one of the neighbor�s boots. Again, John laughed, thanked her and set it next to the dog dishes. I spotted her first after her next daring theft. Through the window, I watched her trot up to the house with something in her mouth but I couldn�t tell what it was. I called John over. He couldn�t tell what it was either. Whatever it was, it was obscuring most of her face. Sally came bounding into the house and presented John with her latest stolen loot. She dropped it at his feet, wagged her tail wildly and looked up for approval. What was it? Uh, an electrical drill. John and I looked at each other in surprise. We busted up, then he thanked her and put it next to all her other trophies. Finally, the day of reckoning came after the neighbor figured out where all his stuff was going. He came storming over. I saw him coming and warned John. When John answered the door, the neighbor immediately spotted his stuff and asked for it back. John politely gave him his stuff back. Now you�re probably wondering why John didn�t just take the stuff back to the neighbor after Sally stole it. There was a reason. A big reason. John�s neighbor was the Sheriff. your thoughts? seed flower