In 1858, Robert Fallon was shot dead, an act of vengeance by those with whom he was playing poker. Fallon, they claimed, had won the $600 pot through cheating. With Fallon's seat empty and none of the other players willing to take the now-unlucky $600, they found a new player to take Fallon's place and staked him with the dead man's $600. By the time the police had arrived to investigate the killing, the new player had turned the $600 into $2,200 in winnings. The police demanded the original $600 to pass on to Fallon's next of kin - only to discover that the new player turned out to be Fallon's son, who had not seen his father in seven years! (Ripley's Giant Book of Believe It or Not!)

If i wuzz a dog i would probably be the german shepard on our block. I could start off my morning by just lounging around, till about lunch. i would probably eat from a nice old lady who felt sorry for me cuzz i wuzz a stray. after lunch i would start my exploration of the neigborhood and beyond. i would explore downtown, the highway, and people's yards, and nobody would catch me for trespassing. i think being a dog would be pretty cool.