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From: Hearn, Danielle <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: FW: Dog Walk
To: "Danny Hearn" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, "Mayer, Cheryl" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, 
"Bonafede, Robert" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Date: Monday, September 22, 2008, 8:50 AM




Danielle Hearn
Medicine Specialty Center
Washington University School of Medicine 
10 Barnes West Dr, Suite 200
St. Louis, MO 63141
Phone: 314-996-3281
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From: Eichholz, Lisa [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]
Sent: Monday, September 22, 2008 8:21 AM
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]; Hatzigeorgiou, Sandy; Lovins, Patricia; Dashner, 
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CAROL FETTE; Strong, Nicol
Subject: Dog Walk

A little girl asked her Mom, 'Mom, may I take the dog for a walk around the 
block?' Mom replies ,

'No, because she is in heat.'

'What's that mean?' asked the child.

'Go ask your father. I think he's in the garage.'

The little girl goes to the garage and says,
' Dad , may I take Belle for a walk around the block? I asked Mom, but she said 
the dog was in heat, and to come to you.'
Dad said, 'Bring Belle over here.'
He took a rag, soaked it with gasoline, and scrubbed the dog's backside with it 
to disguise the scent, and said,
'OK, you can go now, but keep Belle on the leash and only go one time round the 
block.'

The little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash.

Surprised, Dad asked, 'Where's Belle?'

( YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS!!!!!!! !! )

The little girl said, 'She ran out of gas about halfway down the block, so 
another dog is pushing her home.'

If you ain't laffin'...
You ain't livin' 

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