DEAR ABBY: I'll bet you get mail from your readers about your reply to "Homer in San Diego," who is offended when guests sit on his kitchen counter.

Covered or uncovered, I don't want anyone's "tuckus" on my kitchen counters where I prepare food. How gross! Have you stopped to think where their backsides might have been before they got to your house? I don't even place grocery bags on my counter after they have picked up goodness-knows-what from the market basket, counter or car trunk.

I would usher my guests to chairs and tell them seating was more comfortable there. As for spraying the counter with bleach before they arrive, I'd spray after they left -- not only with bleach but with disinfectant as well. -- SALLY IN NEW ORLEANS

DEAR SALLY: What I had in mind by spraying the counter with bleach before counter-sitters arrive was to discourage them from sitting there. A strong scent of bleach would cause them to reconsider their selection of a place to sit.

You're right about my hearing from readers about that answer. Most of them thought my answer was "counter-productive." Read on:

DEAR ABBY: People putting their backsides on a kitchen counter? NOT IN MY HOUSE! I don't want anyone's tush on a counter where I prepare food.

"Homer's" "terrific friends" must have flunked hygiene. -- ARLINE MILLER, THOUSAND OAKS, CALIF.

DEAR ABBY: When my son and daughter were growing up in the '60s and '70s, most of our conversations took place in the kitchen with me sitting in a chair and them perched on the counter. Thirty years later, my grandsons still sit on the counter while we talk.

My son died five years ago. I wish I could see him sit on that countertop again. -- GRANNIE IN HUNTSVILLE, ALA.

DEAR ABBY: This is for the friends of "Homer in San Diego":

"Counters are for glasses,

"Not for a----!"

I'm sure you can fill in the blank. -- J.B., VICTORVILLE, CALIF.

DEAR ABBY: I have an important decision to make, and I'm not sure what it should be. I am engaged to a wonderful man who is perfect in every way -- except one. He hates dogs. I have a beautiful, well-behaved, 4-year-old German shepherd. I love my dog dearly. My fiance will not permit me to keep the dog when we marry. I may be able to give it to a family member, but it is not definite.

Abby, I love this man and want to spend the rest of my life with him, but I am not so sure how much it would hurt me to give up my pet. I am 56 years old and just want to enjoy life. Please advise me. -- CAROL, MENTOR, OHIO

DEAR CAROL: Gladly. If you want to enjoy life, keep the dog and give up your fiance. Any man who would demand that you give up your beloved pet is no bargain and doesn't know the meaning of love.

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DEAR ABBY: My 9-year-old sister witnessed our mother's murder and her killer's suicide, and she now suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. She has since come to live with me and has become an important part of my life. Having her with me has helped me to cope with my grief.

When people hear of our shared tragedy, they react with sympathy. However, they seem to feel it's their duty to tell my sister how grateful she should be to me. Both of us find this remark insulting, bordering on a guilt trip.

I think their comments are inappropriate and more than a little insensitive. How do I firmly cut these people short before they cause my sister more undue stress -- but gently, to also spare their feelings? -- PROTECTIVE IN FLORIDA

DEAR PROTECTIVE: I offer my sympathy for the tragedy that befell your mother. When well-meaning but insensitive people start talking about how grateful your sister should be, simply say: "I'm the one who's grateful. I need my sister at least as much as she needs me. We're fortunate to have each other." It's the truth.

DEAR ABBY: I recently moved to a new neighborhood with my husband and children. It's a nice street, nice neighbors, no complaints really -- except one.

My neighbor "Cheryl" won't leave me alone. She wants our children to play together constantly. When our kids aren't playing, she is calling me. I like her, but enough is enough. I have my own family and friends, and I don't have time to talk to her 24/7.

I cannot hide. She knows when I am home and when I'm out. As soon as I get home, the phone starts ringing. Even when I'm out, she calls my cell phone and asks what I'm doing. And now the computer! She checks to see if I'm online!

It's getting to be too much. I don't know how to say anything without hurting her feelings. I actually pray for rainy days so I can stay indoors. Other than moving, what can I do? -- PRISONER IN MY NEW HOME

DEAR PRISONER: Some of this is your own fault. You gave Cheryl your cell phone number and e-mail address, so you shouldn't blame her for using them.

If you want your life back, put some starch in your spine and explain to this needy (and presumptuous) woman that you don't have time to fulfill all her needs -- you already have a family and social life.

When she comes over uninvited, tell her you are busy. If she calls at an inopportune time, explain that you will call her back because it is not convenient to talk "now." (Return the call when you have time to chat.) Ask her not to call you on your cell phone. If she persists, change the number. Do the same with your e-mail address.

In other words, draw some boundaries around your life and kindly (but firmly) insist that she respect them. Your life will not be your own if you don't, and you'll have nobody to blame but yourself.

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DEAR ABBY: I read with distress the letter from "Depressed Teen in the Desert," the 14-year-old who lost a martial arts tournament. As a youth coach for many years, I am convinced there is entirely too much emphasis placed on winning as a measure of success in sports today.

True success is overcoming adversity and performing to the best of your ability. There will always be someone who is better than you. That doesn't mean you won't win, but most likely, you won't win every match. In sports, success should be measured in progress and effort.

"Depressed Teen" may have come up short on the scoreboard, but he is not a failure. A failure is someone who gives up, or gives less than his or her best effort. -- COACH IN WASHINGTON

DEAR COACH: I hope the young person who wrote takes your letter to heart. Adults recognize that success is a process, a road that is constantly under construction. Young adults often are hard on themselves when they don't succeed right away. Read on:

DEAR ABBY: Please remind "Depressed Teen" that Babe Ruth -- who held the record for home runs -- also held the record for striking out. Also, at one time, both Scottie Pippen and Michael Jordan were considered not good enough to play on their school's teams. Abraham Lincoln, one of our greatest presidents, lost more elections than he won.

The one consistent factor with all of these guys is that they kept trying. Nobody considers them "losers."

At age 14, "Teen's" body hasn't come close to the peak of what he will be able to do if he doesn't give up now. The fact that he even made it to the tournament puts him way ahead of most spectators.

A loser? No, sir -- no way! Please give him this message. -- T.J., THE TEACHER

DEAR T.J.: Well said! Read on:

DEAR ABBY: I'm 15 and also a martial artist. I have been training for more than three years and have my black belt. After every class, we recite the "Tenets of the Martial Arts." The first is perseverance. Perseverance is vital; it's the key to achieving. If I didn't believe that, I would have given up long ago. Everybody fails before they ever win. (I know I have.) "Teen" should be proud he made it to the state championships (what an honor!). Although he lost, he must get back up and keep trying. It's the only way to succeed. I hope this martial artist doesn't sacrifice his talents because of one loss. -- PERSEVERANCE ALWAYS WINS

DEAR "PERSEY": I'm sure "Depressed Teen" will be grateful for your pep talk. You're very wise. Read on:

DEAR ABBY: May I offer a comment to "Depressed Teen in the Desert"? At age 14, there are many more martial arts tournaments ahead of you. Remember that Thomas Edison tried many times to create the electric light. His last attempt is the one people remember! -- C. JOHNSON, HANFORD, CALIF.

DEAR C: That's succinct and astute. Read on:

DEAR ABBY: Please ask "Depressed Teen" to consider this -- Chuck Norris failed his first black-belt test. (Read about it and his successful second attempt in his autobiography, "The Secret of Inner Strength.") In the long run, do you think that experience held him back or pushed him forward? -- TOM NORDLIE, GAINESVILLE, FLA.

DEAR TOM: Good question. I'll bet few people know that Chuck Norris ever failed. Thanks for the interesting tidbit. And thank you to all the caring people who made the effort to offer encouragement to a young athlete who clearly had a bad day.

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