After a hard day at the office, Cherane wasn’t in the
mood for her usual “gentlemen callers” tonight. She hoped
that she could simply go home, take a nice hot bubble
bath, and wane her vice-presidential tensions at a
gourmet home-delivered meal.
But tonight there was a slight detour from the normal
state of affairs. Her friend had called late in the day,
pleading with Cherane to take her beloved “puppy” in for
the night, because she had an out-of town emergency, and
was worried about her “Cappie” being all alone.
“Oh well”, Cherane mused. “What trouble could a small
puppy cause?”
Cherane arrived at her house with some expectation of
what was inside waiting to greet her – probably a perky
little dachshund or terrier of some sort. Upon opening
the door, she was met with a bit of shocking evidence
that “Cappie” wasn’t all that little nor even close to a
“puppy.” Quietly lying on the floor of her living room
rug was a basic, full-grown Great Dane of about seventy-
or-so pounds. She closed the door and went over to make
friends with the new roommate for the evening. The big
canine just rolled over and allowed Cherane to pat his
tummy.
Obviously, though of great size, this beast was going to
be pretty easy to charm. She noticed a tag on his collar
that was stamped “El Kapitan.” Hmmph! “Cappie indeed,
Cherane thought. Nonetheless, this night would be no
problem. At least that’s what she thought.