Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. As you know, I have been writing about the memories of Max, but...

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. As you know, I have been writing about the memories of Max, but I need to pause a minute and thank Ernest Mackey for the nice letter I received in the mail. Ernest also related that they had lost their pet of 14 years “Sheltie” [Prancer]. [Sorry for your loss] Included in the letter was a little poem about losing a pet, called “The Rainbow Bridge.” I have to admit after writing three articles since Max’s passing I thought I was over the tears, but that poem brought a few back. Not a bad thing. I just guess it will take a bit longer to close the faucet completely. Anyway, to lighten the mood a bit, let us throw in some jokes and smiles. I think we can all use a few now and then.

“The best therapist has four legs and fur.”
– Dogpound Wisdom

A man and his wife are awakened at 3 a.m. by a loud banging on the front door. The man gets up and goes to the front door to find a drunken stranger standing in the pouring rain and asking for a push. “No way,” says the husband. “It is three in the morning!” He slams the door and returns to bed. “Who was that?” asks his wife. “Just some drunken guy asking for a push.” He answers. “Did you help him?” she asks. “No I did not; it is three in the morning, and it is pouring rain out there!” “Well, you have a short memory. Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys stopped and helped us out?” I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself! God loves drunk people, too.” The man does as he is told, gets dressed and goes out into the pounding rain. He calls out into the dark,”Hello, are you still out there?” “Yes,” comes back an answer. “Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband. “Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark. “Where are you?” asks the husband. “Over here on the swing.” replies the drunk.


  • I once had a dog who really believed he was man’s best friend. He kept borrowing money from me.
  • When a man’s best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem.
  • Why do dogs run to the door when the doorbell rings? Because it is hardly ever for them?
  • Newly married couple…We began to long for the pitter patter of small feet, so we bought a dog. Well, it is cheaper and you get more feet.

That is all I have right now. Please, do feel free to share your pet stories. As always, be good, do good, play safe and remember, a kind word or letter is never a wasted effort.