One evening I ran into the cleaners to pick up my shirts. They had told me they would be ready, but now they couldn’t find them. They began searching and I stood there thinking, "This is great. Every dress shirt I own is at the cleaners - except for the one I’m wearing."

While I was waiting for them to find my shirts, a woman walked in carrying an old laundry basket. Inside the laundry basket, lying on a green towel were five little puppies. They were about five or six weeks old - cute little balls of brown, playful fur.

While we were admiring the puppies, a boy about eight or nine years old walked through the door. He had a big smile on his face as he looked at all of the puppies in that laundry basket. He looked up at the woman and asked, "What kind are they?"

The woman replied, "They are Y…