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I Love My Dog
So during the last fireside chat, I might have given some of you the impression that I don't like my dog. Well, I do, but with such boundless energy she can be very tiring. I'm getting on in my years, and having a living bouncy ball sap my energy every day is frustrating.
But Gail is my baby girl, and though she often tests my limits, she does have her up sides. Off hand I can't think of any, but... Oh wait! She does actually settle down, and when I'm sitting on the couch or lying in bed, she is right there snuggled up next to me. She looks at me in such a way as to tell me that I am her everything.
And Gail is still just a pup. Granted, she is an 85 pound musclebound pup, but her brain is still developing. It is always a pleasant surprise when something finally "clicks" in that head of hers, and she learns to control some of the less desirable aspects of her behavior.
Make no mistake, there is a long way to go before Gail is what I would consider a "good" dog, and I have had enough dogs to know the difference. In the meantime, she still gets plenty of toys and treats and belly rubs.
She is going to be great some day.
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A young man excitedly told his mother that he had fallen in love and was going to get married.
“Just for fun, Mama, I’m going to show you a picture of 3 girls,” said the young man, “and you try and guess which one I’m going to marry.”
As the mother nodded in agreement, the son took out a photograph of three young women, and showed it to her.
She immediately blurted out, “The one on the right.”
“That’s amazing, Mama! How did you know?”
The mother replied, “Because I don’t like her.”
As the car came to a stop on the edge of a lonely country road, the young woman remarked, “You aren’t going to pull that old ‘out of gas’ routine on me, are you?
“No,” said the fellow. “I’m going to pull the ‘here after’ routine.”
“What’s that?” she asked unwittingly.
“If you’re not here after what I’m here after, you’ll be here after I’m gone.”
A Blonde, a red head, and a brunette were walking along an island beach. One of them found a bottle and a genie popped out.
The genie said he would grant each of them one wish.
The blonde said, “I need to get off this island. I wish for a rowboat.”
With a flash, a rowboat appeared and she rushed it out into the water.
The redhead said, “I also need to get off this island, so I wish for a jet ski.”
With a flash, the jet ski appeared, and the redhead rushed it out into the water, overtaking the blonde.
The genie then turned to the brunette as she shook her head.
”I guess I’ll take a million dollars,” said the brunette, “and just use the bridge to get back home.”
A blonde was summoned to court to appear as a witness in a lawsuit. The prosecutor opened his questioning with, “Where were you the night of August 24th?”
“Objection!” said the defense attorney. “Irrelevant!”
“Oh, that’s okay,” said the blonde from the witness stand. “I don’t mind answering the question.”
“I object!” the defense said again.
“No, really,” said the blonde. “I’ll answer.”
The judge ruled: “If the witness insists on answering, there is no reason for the defense to object.”
So the prosecutor repeated the question: “Where were you the night of August 24th?”
The blonde replied brightly, “I don’t know.”