So sorry about your dog. Such a hard thing to do, when it comes to a beloved dog. At 01:03 AM 1/28/2014, you 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