Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. Yes, it is that time of the year again when we check the...

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. Yes, it is that time of the year again when we check the obituaries and if we do not see our name, then that is the green light to celebrate. Of course at my age, which will go without saying, celebrating is a bit milder than my younger years. My plan right now is go out to lunch with a friend of mine who has the same birthday as I do, and attend a football game. That’s about all the excitement I can handle these days.

Speaking of age, well kind of, I have been writing the Dogpound for a long time now. The oldest copy I have saved is dated August 1999 – yep, a long time ago. I put it in one of those shadow box frames and it is hanging on the wall next to my study. I am thrilled to be a regular contributor to this great local newspaper, but I have to accept the fact that I still have not been discovered by a big publisher. Sigh! Oh well, there is always tomorrow – LOL.

Anyway, for my birthday I decided to buy a new pair of tennis shoes. I have one style made by Nike that I like and there is one store in town that carries them so I wait for a store coupon. You know the one: 20 percent off all items in the store and, if you use the store’s credit card you can save another 5 percent. So I make special trip to the store since the coupon was only good for short period of time; I walk in, find the right style, find the right size, present my coupon and credit card to the clerk and he hands it back to me, He proceeds to tell me that Nike shoes are not covered by the coupon even though the coupon says everything in the store is on sale. If you turn the coupon over and read the fine print about 26 lines down it says: Nike shoes are not covered. Grrrrr! I really hate it when they do that and I am sure they do it on purpose just to get you in the store. Well, they got me in the store but they did not make a sale that day. I took my coupon and credit card and like an adult, I “stomped” out the store. Oh well, maybe next year?

“Count the age, not the wrinkles you have. Count the blessings and wonderful experiences you’ve had, not the mistakes you’ve made.”

Some employees bought their boss a gift for his birthday. Before opening the gift, the boss shook it slightly, and noticed that it was wet in the corner. Touching his finger to the wet spot and tasting it, he asked, “A bottle of wine?” His employees replied, “No.” Again, he touched his finger to the box and tasted the liquid. “A bottle of scotch?” “His employees replied again, “No.” Finally the boss asked, “I give up. What is it?” His workers responded, “A puppy.”

That is a wrap. So happy birthday to the Dogpound and to all the loyal pack members that have been with us year after year.