All We Need Is

puppy

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

“Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”

“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.

“I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”

“Sure,” said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. “Here, Dolly!” he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up…

“I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.

“How much?” asked the little boy…

“No charge,” answered the farmer, “There’s no charge for love.”

Author Unknown

Bulleit


along with being my favorite bourbon is also my best friend. I had an event this past weekend that required putting him up at the local “pet spa”. I think he had a good time as he’s been sleeping a lot since I picked him up this morning.

I missed him dearly. He’s a nut. He’s my friend.

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A little update on the dude. Seems he got quite sick during his stay at the no tell motel. He’s getting better but still not firing on all cylinders.

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The Funeral

Sad to say I had to attend one this morning. A very dear friend of mine lost his Mother this past week. I tend not to do very well at these things and this morning was not any different. She was loved dearly by so many, especially her Son.
It was nice that so many came to show their love for this lady but to see and feel the sadness in the church. It was too much.
I’m going to be greedy tonight and go for a ride. The family will be on my mind and I wish that there was something I could do to take away the pain they are all going thru.

I don’t want a funeral. If by chance there’s someone in this world that would miss me as much as she was, I surely don’t want to be the cause of such sadness and so many tears.

Harassing Phone Calls…

and how to stop them immediately!

I’ve been getting a ton of calls lately from School loan offers to Viagra specials (how did they find out? lol)

Simple fix. Really simple. Get the number for your local office of the FBI or the local office of the offenders area code. Enter that number into your call forwarding. If you see an incoming call from the number that’s been bothering you refuse the call. The piece of shit bothering you will be immediately transferred to a recorded line along with them having their number recorded by the FBI.

I would have to assume the DEA’s phone or Homeland Securities phone would be equally as effective. YMMV.