Meet the West Seattle-Highline members of the Burien Elks Club "Retired Old Men Eating Out."

These retired old men meet every Saturday morning for breakfast at the club to joke, jostle, and enjoy each other's company. They have been doing this for years and sometimes there are more or less than seven, but it is something they look forward to.

The ebullient bunch are mostly graduates of West Seattle High or Highline High schools. They are Roy Cochran, WS class of 55; Howie Domnitz, WS class of 59; Ted DelBianco, WS class of 53; Frank McNeil, WS class of 57; Mike Spengler, Highline class of 59; Paul Peterson, WS class of 49; and Wayne McNeil, WS class of 54.

Also usually there on Saturday mornings are Noel Edwards, WS class of 53; Ron Kenney, WS class of 55; and Neal Sorenson, WS class of 50.

I see by the Pea Eye that a researcher is now using a trained maniac dog to hunt for Orca poop. When the dog finds it floating in the water he gets rewarded. He is allowed to chew on his favorite rubber ball. And only dogs with their testicles intact are used. Scientists do this research to help save the Orcas

Astounding.

They find these crazy dogs at the pound.

Number three son Tim Robinson once had a dog I got for him at the pound. He named him Richard Tiger Robinson. He was a year old. The dog. Not Tim. He was 8.

I rented it from him for 50 cents for use in Wapato pheasant hunting. Richard Tiger, I discovered, loved poop.

He never bothered to look for birds. Just cow poop. He was good at it, too. I rewarded him by throwing him in the irrigation ditch many times. I could not let him back in the car. Even after a toss in the ditch he stank like a barn floor, anyway. I couldn't just leave him there.

Tim had an accident when he was tiny. Somehow he broke his nose so he couldn't smell his dog. His nose is still bent out of shape but he smells okay now. Not the dog. Tim.

The trip back home was long and offal.

We never did raise a pheasant but Richard Tiger didn't care.

He had a ball.