

The second problem is the lack of response. One is that customers get irritated by auto-replies and promotional emails.

These topics are tightly entwined with over 30% of the reviews about “emails” also mentioning “response”.Īccording to the reviews, there are two problems with the email responses. The average grade for “response” is 2,60 / 5 and it’s 2,42 / 5 for “emails”. The topics “response” and “emails” are the two most negative topics in our analysis. What do customers say about Crown and Paw?Ĭustomers are unhappy with the email service. Our analysis tells us that it is hard to get in touch with the company. It’s a lot of fun and a great gift for a true pet lover. Customers just have to provide a picture of their pet and the artists at Crown and Paw will turn it into a renaissance masterpiece. Any tenderfoot Boy Scout knows where the North Star lies.Crown and Paw is a company that sells renaissance paintings of pets. The radar operator shook his head.Not unless they're blind or plain stupid. He could have disarmed her by capsizing the Dasher during a fast turn on the down slope of a wave, and he was also reasonably certain she wouldn't have pulled the trigger if he had refused. This lady had very definite ideas and the stubbornness to back them up. He didn't have to be clairvoyant to know she had a definite purpose in mind that went beyond mere insanity. She had not offered a reason for forcing him to turn for Cuba, and Pitt had not asked. I didn't know Wyoming had a swimming pool.Īll the more reason to make shore and find cover. His combat boots were a tight fit and allowed little water to seep inside, so he left them on, well aware they would be essential once he stepped on shore. He pulled the drain plugs, and they swam away as the little sport craft slipped under the sea and sank to the bottom. Pitt and Jessie evaded a prowling Cuban patrol boat and were within a thousand yards of the Cuban shoreline when the battery on the Dasher died. She shrieked, thinking she was being attacked by something big with a triangular fin, unseeing eyes, and a mouth that only a dentist could appreciate. He reached out and accidentally brushed one of Jessie's legs as he surfaced. Pitt stopped and dove straight down, touching bottom at what he reckoned was ten feet. The only snag was that he could easily get killed. LeBaron's clue was meager, but the statue had to be somewhere in Cuba. And then there was the lure of the La Dorada treasure. He could never resist sticking his foot through a door to the unknown. Only he wasn't in love- attracted, yes, but not swept away. Why? he asked dumbly.Why would they deliberately go to Cuba?īut it was business as usual for Pitt.In for a penny, in for a pound / It's love that makes the world go round. But he could not allow her to slack off now, not until they reached shore and found a small measure of safety. He marveled at her endurance after all she had been through the past six days and felt pity for the aches and exhaustion he knew she was suffering. She matched Pitt stroke for stroke, staying right alongside him. The incoming tide pushed them along at close to a knot, and they made good time. They set off with the elementary backstroke, arms thrown back, legs thrusting in a whip kick. Oh, God, it was you she groaned in dazed fright. She sputtered and spit for a moment and said,I took third in an all-state high school meet. Nine miles southwest, bearing two-two-two degrees. The operator ignored the radar screen and stared intently at the enhanced computer display.Okay, I have a tiny object that's a possible. Quiet he rasped.You'll alert every guard patrol for miles.
