I am in San Francisco attending the International Stroke Conference. Indeed, it is inspiring to participate in a meeting that explores the cause, effect and treatment options of this affliction. So in the midst of this very serious and clinical forum, I received an e-mail from the Dog Whisperer. Here it is:

Three old ladies are at the park sitting on the bench feeding pigeons. A flasher approaches them & whips open his trenchcoat right in front of them.

The first old lady has a stroke....

The second old lady has a stroke...

But the third old lady's arms are too short.

Bless her, I loved it.