What I typed . . .

. . . when I went to Amazon to search for a book was "The Affair of the Porcelain Dog."  What it replaced it with in the search box was "The Affair of the Procreating Dog. "


Shakes head, sighs, mumbles.  


Why can it not ever think I might actually know what I'm doing without any help?


by the way, I was checking it out because of Ihlem's review.