Oh Harold, what perfect timing you have, it was just what just what I needed, to lift my spirits, it was a real LOL. I just learned that I may have to put my wonderful furry friend down. His name is Samm, a 8 yr old pit bull I have had since he was 7 months old. He was fine when I left home on Saturday, I am in Salt Lake City doing some family research at the library, and my son is taking care of the dogs. Well to make a long story shorter, when Aaron went to the house today to give the dogs some food and exercise, Samm didn't come to greet him so he went looking for him. Samm was in my office and couldn't get up, couldn't walk. Needless to say there were a flurry of phone calls and Samm was off to the vet. X-rays, 1 possibly 2 ruptured disc pinching on the nerves in his spine. So needless to say he is staying at the doggy hospital being given anti- inflammatories to hopefully reduce the swelling and get some physical therapy for the next couple days. Aaron,says Samm is bright eyed and ready to play his back end just doesn't work, so if the treatments don't help I am not looking forward the decisions I am going to have to make. Samm is a really great dog, pit bulls get such a bad rap. I have had 3, one I for fifteen years, Samm seven and Sofi is a 4 year old, all rescues. They all think they are lap dogs, love to go for walks and play ball. Thanks for cheering me up Ellen On Mon, Jan 27, 2014 at 8:13 PM, Harold Blevins <hrblevins@knology.net>wrote: > May I interrupt for a moment with a bit of levity???? > > Someone sent me this just now and I identified with with much of it.... > > Perhaps some of you?...... no!!.......Surely not!!! > > > > > > > THE MORE YOU READ THE FUNNIER IT GETS......COULDN'T DECIDE WHETHER > TO LAUGH OR CRY. > $5.37! > That's what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bell said to me. > I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes > and something that used to be a Jolly Rancher. > Having already handed the > kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to > grab some change > when the kid with the Elmo hairdo said the hardest thing > anyone has ever said to me. > He said, "It's OK. I'll just give you the senior citizen > discount." > > I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound > of change hitting the counter in front of me. > "Only $4.68" he said cheerfully. > > I stood there stupefied. I am 56, not even 60 yet? > A mere child! > Senior citizen? > > I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering what > was wrong with Elmo. > Was he blind? > As I sat in the truck, my blood began to boil. > Old? Me? > > I'll show him, I thought. > I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the > counter, > and there he was waiting with a smile. > > Before I could say a word, he held up something > and jingled it in front of me, > like I could be that easily distracted! > What am I now? > A toddler? > > "Dude! Can't get too far without your car keys, eh?" > I stared with utter disdain at the keys. > I began to rationalize in my mind! > > > "Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly! > It could happen to anyone!" > > I turned and headed back to the truck. > I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn't turn. > What now? > I checked my keys and tried another. > Still nothing. > > That's when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rear > view mirror. > I had no purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror. > > Then, a few other objects came into focus: > The car seat in the back seat. > Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard. > A partially eaten dough nut on the dashboard. > > Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien > vehicle. > > Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, > relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my > life. > That is when I > felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger! > My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my > burrito, > only it was nowhere to be found. > > I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, > and strode back into the restaurant one final time. > There Elmo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. > All I could think was, > "What is the world coming to?" > > All I could say was, "Did I leave my food and drink in here"? > At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back > to my vehicle, > and then go straight home and apply for Social Security > benefits. > > Elmo had no clue. > I walked back out to the truck, > and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get > my attention. > He was holding up a drink and a bag. > His mother explained, > "I think you left this in my truck by mistake." > > I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly > apologized. > > She offered these kind words: > "It's OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time." > > All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40 > mph zone. > Yessss, I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius. > And no, I told the officer, I'm not too old to be driving this > fast. > > As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the > hall. > I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket. > I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with > a blankey. > > The good news was that I had successfully found my way home. > > Pass this on to the other "old fogies" on your list (so they > can have fun laughing, too). > > Notice the larger type? > That's for those of us who have trouble reading. > > P.S. Save the earth...... It's the only planet with > chocolate!!!!! > > > Oops, did I send this to you already? > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ARIZARD-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Sorry to hear about Sam. We are coming to a time when we will have to make the hard decision with our oldest Lab. I understand how hard it is for you. Hopefully he will get back on his feet. What gets Pit Bulls in such trouble is how protective they are of the pack. In non threatening situations they are very loving and playful. People just need to understand the pack mentality of dogs in general and pit bulls in particular. On 01/28/2014 12:03 AM, Ellen Reesh wrote: > Oh Harold, what perfect timing you have, it was just what just what I > needed, to lift my spirits, it was a real LOL. I just learned that I may > have to put my wonderful furry friend down. His name is Samm, a 8 yr old > pit bull I have had since he was 7 months old. He was fine when I left home > on Saturday, I am in Salt Lake City doing some family research at the > library, and my son is taking care of the dogs. Well to make a long story > shorter, when Aaron went to the house today to give the dogs some food and > exercise, Samm didn't come to greet him so he went looking for him. Samm > was in my office and couldn't get up, couldn't walk. Needless to say there > were a flurry of phone calls and Samm was off to the vet. X-rays, 1 > possibly 2 ruptured disc pinching on the nerves in his spine. So needless > to say he is staying at the doggy hospital being given anti- inflammatories > to hopefully reduce the swelling and get some physical therapy for the next > couple days. Aaron,says Samm is bright eyed and ready to play his back end > just doesn't work, so if the treatments don't help I am not looking forward > the decisions I am going to have to make. Samm is a really great dog, pit > bulls get such a bad rap. I have had 3, one I for fifteen years, Samm seven > and Sofi is a 4 year old, all rescues. They all think they are lap dogs, > love to go for walks and play ball. > > Thanks for cheering me up > Ellen > > > On Mon, Jan 27, 2014 at 8:13 PM, Harold Blevins <hrblevins@knology.net>wrote: > >> May I interrupt for a moment with a bit of levity???? >> >> Someone sent me this just now and I identified with with much of it.... >> >> Perhaps some of you?...... no!!.......Surely not!!! >> >> >> >> >> >> >> THE MORE YOU READ THE FUNNIER IT GETS......COULDN'T DECIDE WHETHER >> TO LAUGH OR CRY. >> $5.37! >> That's what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bell said to me. >> I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes >> and something that used to be a Jolly Rancher. >> Having already handed the >> kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to >> grab some change >> when the kid with the Elmo hairdo said the hardest thing >> anyone has ever said to me. >> He said, "It's OK. I'll just give you the senior citizen >> discount." >> >> I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound >> of change hitting the counter in front of me. >> "Only $4.68" he said cheerfully. >> >> I stood there stupefied. I am 56, not even 60 yet? >> A mere child! >> Senior citizen? >> >> I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering what >> was wrong with Elmo. >> Was he blind? >> As I sat in the truck, my blood began to boil. >> Old? Me? >> >> I'll show him, I thought. >> I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the >> counter, >> and there he was waiting with a smile. >> >> Before I could say a word, he held up something >> and jingled it in front of me, >> like I could be that easily distracted! >> What am I now? >> A toddler? >> >> "Dude! Can't get too far without your car keys, eh?" >> I stared with utter disdain at the keys. >> I began to rationalize in my mind! >> >> >> "Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly! >> It could happen to anyone!" >> >> I turned and headed back to the truck. >> I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn't turn. >> What now? >> I checked my keys and tried another. >> Still nothing. >> >> That's when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rear >> view mirror. >> I had no purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror. >> >> Then, a few other objects came into focus: >> The car seat in the back seat. >> Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard. >> A partially eaten dough nut on the dashboard. >> >> Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien >> vehicle. >> >> Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, >> relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my >> life. >> That is when I >> felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger! >> My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my >> burrito, >> only it was nowhere to be found. >> >> I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, >> and strode back into the restaurant one final time. >> There Elmo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. >> All I could think was, >> "What is the world coming to?" >> >> All I could say was, "Did I leave my food and drink in here"? >> At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back >> to my vehicle, >> and then go straight home and apply for Social Security >> benefits. >> >> Elmo had no clue. >> I walked back out to the truck, >> and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get >> my attention. >> He was holding up a drink and a bag. >> His mother explained, >> "I think you left this in my truck by mistake." >> >> I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly >> apologized. >> >> She offered these kind words: >> "It's OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time." >> >> All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40 >> mph zone. >> Yessss, I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius. >> And no, I told the officer, I'm not too old to be driving this >> fast. >> >> As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the >> hall. >> I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket. >> I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with >> a blankey. >> >> The good news was that I had successfully found my way home. >> >> Pass this on to the other "old fogies" on your list (so they >> can have fun laughing, too). >> >> Notice the larger type? >> That's for those of us who have trouble reading. >> >> P.S. Save the earth...... It's the only planet with >> chocolate!!!!! >> >> >> Oops, did I send this to you already? >> >> >> >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> ARIZARD-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ARIZARD-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > -- A cat is a puzzle with no solution. Cats are tiny little women in fur coats. When you get all full of yourself try giving orders to a cat. _ _... ..._ _ _._ ._ ..... ._.. ... .._