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Waterioo Chronicie office is located on 2nd floor of Waterioo Square‘s Office Tower *Enter via the mail entrance beside the Longhorn Restaurant (directly opposite the card shop} or from the elevator foyer beside the Tâ€"D Bank. Take the elevator to the 2nd floor and you are there Hillside Street in Waterloo has become the centre of attention in the last few months, due to public awareness of an owner of three Germar Shepherds. Although the owner claims the dogs are friendly, area residents felt threatened enough to plead action from city council. Of the three dogs, one is a female used for breeding, another is a male used in dog shows, and another male is for "personal protection‘" according to the owners. A sign on the front lawn warns of "guard dogs". It also states visitors should ‘blow their horn and stay in their cars.‘ It is no wonder residents feel uneasy, especially for the safety of their children, although, accordâ€" ing to the owners, the dogs do not leave the preâ€" mises without their accompaniment. As council feels certain measures of the new ht Apoooooooooo dog byâ€"law are not being met by owners, it was _ If you have teenage children who may in the next decade decided Monday night that council will support get married and have children, it is not too early for you Hillside residents who lay charges against the dog tooui‘agn getting into condition. The life you save may be owners with legal expertise. The city has respondâ€" To coppest a lot of Sopging, for a start. Get your wind toâ€" ed to residents‘ requests, now any further action gether. You‘ll need it. With the Liberals and the NDP threatening to bring down our provincial government last week, I thought it would be an appropriate time for me to talk to Ed Good about the Liberal party and its role in the present legislature. I asked a leading local liberal if I might attend their anâ€" nual meeting on Thursday night at the Waterloo Motor Inn. With obvious suspicion, my request was approved and so with some trepidation I went to the meeting. As a known Conservative, I feared being thrown out. In fact, I was treated very well and enjoyed the experience. _ . is up to them. For all you Conservatives and NDPers who have always wondered what goes on at Liberal meetings, may 1 tell you they‘re much like ours‘. They have a president‘s reâ€" port and a treasurer‘s report and they waive reading the minutes of the last meeting. Keith Rae was retiring after 2 years as president of the association. He reported on the Ed Good campaign of September, 1975 and on the Libâ€" eral Leadership Convention in Toronto. He commented on the renewed health and vigor of the party leadership. He also talked about the Conservative Leadership Convention. He did an excellent imitation of Jack Horner as John Wayne and then foilowed that with Joe Clark as Jimmy Stewart. The audience enjoyed the humour. Aside from election expenses, their association spent $800.00 in 1975. At the same time, their receipts were $700.00. A type of deficit financing with which I‘m famâ€" iliar. They elected delegates to their annual convention in Toronto. Six delegates and six alternates. One of each to be a woman, and one of each to be a youth. Much like us. The nominating committee presented the slate of officers and before you could blink, they‘d elected a whole new exâ€" ecutive. Sounds familiar. When Mr. Good arrived he received a nice hand and gave a report of his stewardship. Solid, honest, able and relaxed. All those qualities which Ed has demonstrated over the years were evident during his remarks. What a contrast between Mr. Good and the guest speaker, Sean Conway, who is the member of the legislature for Renfrew and is only 24 years of age. He has all the forcefulness and intensity of youth. He is brimming with confidence, articulate and aggressive. What did I learn? Well I learned that Mr. Conway beâ€" lieves that the Liberal party in Ontario is a party of Proâ€" vincial rights. He told us that liberalism in Ontario is strongly opposed to centralism. He seemed to invite his party to form its own separate provincial association apart from the Federal Liberal party. This qubstion will come before the delegates at the provincial annual meeting in April. This column is submitted by Richard Hobson who is a member of the Waterico Progressive Conservative Assoâ€" W hat now? A View from the Grass Roofs published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of Kitchenerâ€"Waterioo Record Ltd., owner . address correspondence to Waterioo office : Waterloo Square, Waterioo, Ont. , telephone 886â€" 2830 By Rich Hobson Publisher: James M. Boland Editor: Sandra Lea Hazell subscriptions : $10 a year in Canada, $12 a year in United States and Foreign Countries 225 Fairway Rd. S$.. Kitchener, Ont. _ Then you should get your back in shape. Practice leanâ€" ing over a bathâ€"tub until you can do it for 10 minutes withâ€" out a stitch or a twinge. Next, you should work on your arms and shoulder muscles. I suggest you buy a baby cot and a high chair. Then get hold of a large plastic bag and fill it with 25 pounds of sand or old iron. Nails might be even better. _ _Now. Put the bag of sand in the high chair and pracâ€" tice hoisting it out until you can do it 10 times in a row withâ€" out puffing. Do the same with the baby‘s cot, with the sides This is only a facsimile, of course, not the real thing. One hopes that the bag of sand will not be struggling, or screaming that it doesn‘t want its bib on, or doesn‘t want to go byeâ€"byes. Next, put on your winter clothes, tuck the bag of sand under one arm and a 20 lb. bag of groceries under the other, and practice walking out to the car with them, over the slippery sidewalk. If you see a dog or cat or kid, you must stop and look for a suitable interval, saying: ‘"See the nice doggie,‘‘ about eight times. ‘‘The reports of the death of smaller communities in Canada are also premature â€" but it is up to those of us who live in them, and know their value, to change the practices of governments and industry and demonstrate our comâ€" mitment in Canada to local communities that work."‘ ‘‘The free enterprise system has become less free in part because of the intervention of government in the marâ€" ketplace and, in part, because government has either created or sanctioned large power groups which have atâ€" tempted to make themselves impervious to market forces." ‘‘"What makes our economy strong is the energy and intelligence of those citizens who take risks, whether they invest their money to start new ventures or invest their energies to make these ventures work. Government must maintain the climate which allows the more creative partâ€" ners in society to function effectively."‘ "Government must set a dramatic example of restraint by sharply reducing the rate of growth of the money supply and the growth of government spending.‘" There should be a "a formal, continuous mechanism, like the auditorâ€" general, to review the effectiveness of all government programs."‘ o "Big government is ... more dangerous than big busiâ€" ness or big labour, because government has the power to write the rules." If you followed this regime for five years or so, you OTTAWA and Small Business By Kenneth McDonald WÂ¥ N SyNNcATHE EhC B4 2 Bil Smiley _2 * o fek # % # * * * * * # "x» might be physically able.to cope with a lively twoâ€"yearâ€"old grandson or daughter. I wish someone had warned me. We‘re into our third week with Pokey, and we‘re getting a bit tattered around the edges. When I was a young father and had young children of my own, for some reason I didn‘t get so exhausted. Of course, then, I didn‘t get home from work unti} about 6.30. The kids were fed, bathed by their mother, and I told them their bedâ€"time story. There was nothing to it. Nowadays, I get home about 4.30, and a little demon hurls himself at me. He‘s just up, refreshed, after his nap, and J‘m a little pooped after coping with the life styles of 150 adolescents. It‘s no contest. I‘m beginning to have the deepest sympathy for young mothers. With one child, it‘s about a 16â€"hour a day shift. With several young ones, it‘s got to be the modern answer to the Chinese water torture. How many of you oldâ€"timers have tried recently to get an infant into one of those winter snowsuits? The boots won‘t go through the legs, the zippers won‘t zip. Yesterâ€" day, I spent eight minutes getting one leg in, and for once the zipper worked. I straightened up to draw breath and ease my back, looked down with some satisfaction, and saw to my horror that the child‘s leg was in the wrong leg of the snowsuit. Back to scratch. Sunday, there was a fresh fall of snow, and I thought I‘d take Pokey for a toboggan ride. After the usual ordeal of getting him dressed, I was sweating and puffing. He was calm and keen to get going. * Unfortunately, our house is surrounded by hills. If you start off downhill, you‘ll be going uphill on the way home. I was smart. I tackled the steepest hill, going up, so it would be easier downhill, on the way back, when I‘d be tired. Oh yes, I was smart. Near the top of the first hill, an elderly lady, out shovelling her snow remarked: ‘"‘Well, you must be a devoted grandfather, I‘ve seen men pulling kids on a toboggan before, but I‘ve never seen one doing it on his hands and knees, pretending to be a sleigh dog." I wasn‘t pretending. _ After three blocks, all uphill, we hit the road home. I didn‘t know, by this time, whether I was going up, down, or sideways. I was lathered in sweat and my knees were trembling like a virgin‘s on her honeymoon. If you‘re wondering how your heart is, take your grandâ€" child for a toboggan ride, preferably with long patches of bare sidewalk covered with sand. By the end of it, you‘ll either be dead, or you‘ll know your ticker is in pretty good shape. ‘ But the outdoor games are mild compared with the inâ€" door. At least, when he‘s swaddled in a snowsuit, he can‘t move much. All he could do was yell: "Go more!" every time I stopped, gasping. Indoors, he‘s a living, breathing mobile. Favorite game is to line up at the other end of a 30â€"foot room, run as fast as he can, chortling fiendishly, and hurl himself, headâ€"first, into my stomach. On Saturday mornings, I like to read the book reviews in the daily paper. Last Saturday, I spent four hours trying to read a sixâ€"paragraph review. In between I was changâ€" ing records on the record player, which must be playing simultaneously with the tape recorder, fetching drinks of juice and crackers with peanut butter, hoisting him onto the pot (he‘s too >usy to be bothered), helping him build a train, trying to keep him from pulling the cat‘s tail, and 60 or 70 other things. o No wonder he likes it here. He‘s like a little prince, with two servile attendants who leap to cater to his every 4