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<p>This thread reminds me of a joke…</p>
<p>so they asked a priest, a minister, and a rabbi “when does life begin?”</p>
<p>The priest answered, “life begins at conception, of course.”</p>
<p>The minister said, “Well, life might begin at conception, but it’s not all that clear.”</p>
<p>Then the rabbi responded, “Well, I’m pretty sure that life begins when the kids go off to college and the dog dies.”</p>
<p>Ba-dump.</p>
<p>We have two cats and a dog. Got the dog because DW and DDs wanted a dog. I’m a cat person and could have lived without the dog. So who do you think walks the dog in the rain, etc? You guessed it. Dog is only 5 y.o. and a small mutt rescued from local shelter. Cute but a pain in the a$$. It will probably live to 15. So now I’m stuck with this responsibility for the next 10 years. Never again!</p>