When I was a young pup my parents moved to a small town in Oklahoma where my dad had been recruited for a new job. Our first apartment was a block away from the only highway through town. I was a happy and precocious child who had great “Houdini” skills. My parents tried to contain me in the large fenced back yard and, while no one was looking, I would escape. I always madee my way to the gas station on the highway to entertain their customers. While the attendants were pumping gas, I would sing a rousing rendition of “How Much is that Doggie in the Window” which was the only song I knew. The attendants thought I was cute so they would encourage me. After finishing my performance, I would hold out my hand for gratuities which I usually received. When my parents found me they were relieved, angry and embarrassed by my attempts to kick start a music career. From my understanding, I was able to get out of the yard several times before they saw my means of escape. I would quickly scurry over the top of the six foot fence. From that point on, I didn’t go into the yard without wearing a handsome leather harness with a rope connecting the harness to the clothes line. The rope was short enough that I couldn’t reach the fence but long enough so that I could run back and forth like a dog and wear a path in the grass. Good times!!