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P.S. They say when Cathy's really mad ketchup pours out her ears.
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Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "Yapster," the World's Most Annoying Pooch. Yapster made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning intent on waking the dead ... and his owner, a woman known locally as "Mrs. Buttersworth," didn't seem to mind it one bit. The minute Mrs. Buttersworth went into Starbucks, Yapster, who remained outside tethered to a newspaper bin, started barking to beat the band. He treated the neighborhood to a series of nonstop yips and yaps for more than 20-minutes while Mrs. Buttersworth did what she does best: She took her own sweet time. Finally, Cathy couldn't take it anymore. "La montarde m'est monter au zes!," she cried, her French blood boiling. She stormed into Starbucks to give Mrs. Buttersworth a piece of her mind. The result was instantaneous. Mrs. Buttersworth (pictured below) flew out of Starbucks like a bat out of hell and hightailed it down 7th Street with the Yapster in tow. We'll never know exactly what Cathy said to Mrs. Buttersworth, but the English translation for her French comment above is: "The mustard is climbing up my nose!" "Was it Grey Poupon?," I asked. "No," said Cathy, "It was Colman's Extra Spicey!"
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "Yapster," the World's Most Annoying Pooch. Yapster made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning intent on waking the dead ... and his owner, a woman known locally as "Mrs. Buttersworth," didn't seem to mind it one bit. The minute Mrs. Buttersworth went into Starbucks, Yapster, who remained outside tethered to a newspaper bin, started barking to beat the band. He treated the neighborhood to a series of nonstop yips and yaps for more than 20-minutes while Mrs. Buttersworth did what she does best: She took her own sweet time. Finally, Cathy couldn't take it anymore. "La montarde m'est monter au zes!," she cried, her French blood boiling. She stormed into Starbucks to give Mrs. Buttersworth a piece of her mind. The result was instantaneous. Mrs. Buttersworth (pictured below) flew out of Starbucks like a bat out of hell and hightailed it down 7th Street with the Yapster in tow. We'll never know exactly what Cathy said to Mrs. Buttersworth, but the English translation for her French comment above is: "The mustard is climbing up my nose!" "Was it Grey Poupon?," I asked. "No," said Cathy, "It was Colman's Extra Spicey!" 
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