Pedestrian Crossing

As the man stepped off the curb to cross the street, a car careened around the corner about a block away.

With the car speeding towards him, the man picked up the pace to cross the road faster, but then the driver suddenly swerved to change lanes.

Panicked, the man darted back towards the side of the street he came from, but again the car swerved back into its original lane and was headed straight towards the man.

Now terrified, the man froze in place. The car screeched sideways, coming to a halt, mere inches from the pedestrian.

The motor still purred as the power window rolled down. To the man’s surprise there was a squirrel behind the wheel of the car.

Before the man could respond to what just happened, the squirrel said, “Not as easy as it looks, now is it?”

Pricey Coffee

A beggar approached a well-dressed man walking down the street and asked, “Say pal, could you spare twenty bucks for a cup of coffee?”

“Twenty dollars?!” exclaimed the gentleman. “Listen my dear fellow, nowhere in this town will you find a place that charges that much for a cup of coffee!”

“I know,” said the panhandler, “but it’s my girlfriend’s birthday, and I wanted to knock off early.”

Can You Count?

After his family moved to a new town, little Johnny had his first day at a new school. His previous school records seemed to be misplaced, so the principal was trying to assess Johnny’s education level.

“Can you count to ten?” asked the principal.

“I sure can!” beamed little Johnny. “My dad taught me how!”

“Well then, what comes after nine?” quizzed the principal.

“Ten!” said little Johnny.

“And do you know what comes after ten?”

With a confident smile, Johnny replied, “The Jack!”

Guilty Conscience

After his female coworker fell quite ill, Bob drove her home from work. Though it was an innocent gesture, it concerned him that if his wife found out, she would fly into a jealous rage.

After work, Bob and his wife had plans to dine out. On the way to the restaurant he noticed a high-heel shoe peeking out from under the passenger seat.

Bob was afraid his wife would discover that another woman had been in the car, so he waited until she was looking out her window before scooping up the shoe and tossing it out the driver’s window.

With a sigh of relief, he pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot and parked the vehicle. As he was about to get out of the car, his wife asked, “Honey, have you seen my other shoe?”

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Doggone Web Advice

So in case you haven’t heard, I recently procured a lab pup following the loss of my beloved Grace. Now Grace was a very good dog. Though I raised her from pup, I resist taking full credit for why she turned out to be so remarkable. I really think Grace was just born that way.

The new pup, Gail, is not so naturally graceful. She has a lot of issues that need to be addressed, and I’m not above using the internet to find suggestions on how to deal with those issues.

The biggest problem with internet advice is the signal to noise ratio, and this is never truer than looking for behavioral training advice on dogs. There are a few things that work for most dogs, some things that work for some dogs, and a lot of things that will never work for your dog.

Take crating your pup… for instance… My vet even thought this was a great idea. This. did. not. work.

I put the crate in the kitchen, lined it with a cozy comforter, filled it with toys, played with her in and around it for a few days. Fed her treats and food in it. So far so good, right? Then we put the door on it, and we tried a few sessions where she spent time in it, but then let her out if she became agitated, and always positive rewards! Great! But then it’s time to go back to work…

What I came home to… Oh God… I’m still having nightmares…

Not only had she shit in her properly sized crate, she also managed to roll around in it, and stomp a considerable amount of the excrement through the cage, creating a fine spray of shit all over the kitchen.

That crate is in the city dump now. When I leave for work, I closed the doors to certain rooms, but otherwise Gail now has free roam of the house. Other than having to clean the pee and the poo from the carpets and tossing out the latest shreds from the remains of the couch, there really aren’t any behavioral problems to which I can speak…

…without fear of repercussions.


Kudos

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Oh, in case you were wondering which jokes were Glenn’s and which came from George last week, it was a trick: They were all from George.

Pax,

-f2x

Postal Employment

Marcus got a job at the Post Office sorting the mail. He separated the letters so fast that his motions were practically a blur.

At the end of his first day the supervisor remarked, “I just want you to know, you are one of the fastest workers we’ve ever had!”

“Thank you, Sir,” beamed Marcus, “and tomorrow I’m going to do even better!”

“Better?” the supervisor asked with astonishment. “How can you possibly do any better than you did today?”

Marcus explained, “Tomorrow I’m going to actually read the addresses.”

Naming a Pig

A defendant was found in contempt of court and fined $200 for calling the judge a pig.

Following the charge, the defendant asked the judge, “Does this mean I cannot call a judge a pig?”

The judge sternly rebuked, “It absolutely means you may not call a judge a pig!”

“Well, can I call a pig a judge then?” asked the man.

Humoring the man, the judge replied, “I see no harm in calling a pig a judge, if you so choose.”

The man gave a wry smirk as he said, “Good day, Judge.”

Success Secret

Two college buddies ran into each other after many years. It turned out, one of them had actually had quite a bit of financial success, and his pal asked him how he did it.

“Well, you might think this sounds corny, but after graduation, I found God,” explained the former classmate. “After praying for guidance I opened the Bible at random, dropped my finger on a word, and the word was “oil”. Well, I invested in oil, and those oil wells gushed! A few years later I dropped my finger on another word and it was “gold”, so I invested in gold and the price soared!”

The friend was so impressed that he rushed home, grabbed his dusty old Bible off the book shelf, flipped it open, and dropped his finger on a page.

He opened his eyes to see where his finger rested:

“Chapter Eleven.”

God’s Craftsmanship

A little girl was sitting on her grandpa’s lap studying the wrinkles on his old but kindly face. She gently ran her fingers over the wrinkles before touching her own face.

With a look of wonder and puzzlement, the granddaughter asked, “Grandpa, did God make you?”

“He sure did honey, but that was a long time ago,” replied her smiling grandpa.

“Well, did God make me?” asked the girl.

“Yes, He did. About 5 years ago in fact,” answered her grandpa.

“Boy,” marveled the little girl, “He sure is doing a much better job these days, isn’t He?”