Last summer, she sat out in the front yard and gave away a litter. She sat out with a little sign and actually gave a litter away.

We didn't believe that was going to get to that level. We sat down with him for the better part of two hours to discuss our thoughts and our plans. He wanted to foster as many creative ideas as possible on how to make Catholic schools survive when many are failing.

Makes me sad that she was left so unattended for a couple of days to where I don't know how well she gets around, because I only see her once in a great while. When police got there she couldn't walk, so they had to call an ambulance to take her away.

She's always had dogs. They've come before and taken 15 to 20 dogs a couple of times out of there. She would never give them all the dogs, of course today, all the dogs went.

Mired in a batting slump, Bonds sat in the locker room and complained about his uncharacteristic struggle to get his offense going. I can't put my finger on the problem, said Barry aloud. I'm struggling. Can't buy a hit. Bonds then looked up and noticed a chronically poor-hitting teammate nearby. Bonds turned to him and said something like - you must feel like this all the time.

I was a chunky little kid, and when they sat me in that wagon, it tipped backward and I banged my head on the (concrete) floor. I was howling pretty good, but Dad went outside and cried his eyes out.