 Gee, you know, the dog really can't dance. Anyway, I was concentrating so hard on my rusty tango, I hardly heard my wife yell at me through the back door. Orson, stop playing with that dog and finish the edges! My startled partner twisted out of my arms and vanished like quicksilver, leaving behind nothing but a tiny rose and a tattered flea collar. Imagine that. You just did. You saw it on the radio. If you're an advertiser, this station and the Radio Advertising Bureau have news for you. Just call the station and say, I saw it on the radio.