#40106 - ” I scribbled the name “Clyde Barrow” on the dotted line, stuck a copy in my jeans, and we continued our escape! I was doing my best to find a side exit, but we must have gotten turned around, because the hospital exit we took had three television satellite transmission vans very close to it. I asked her whether she could manage to feed herself this time, and she pouted for a moment, then broke down in deep wracking sobs. She got more food on my face and shirt than in my mouth, but I sure wasn’t going to deny her a few moments of play! I told her then, “Sweetheart, how about if I put you down to rest in your bed while I clean myself up?” That idea went over like a lead baloon! She cried, she wailed, she made gagging sounds and I thought she’d lose her dinner.