Hello and welcome back to the wonderful holiday world of the Dogpound. Well my faithful pack friends, we are at the end of another...

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful holiday world of the Dogpound. Well my faithful pack friends, we are at the end of another year and this is the last “new” issue for 2015. So for starters, Merry Christmas and God bless everyone as we celebrate this most wonderful time of the year. As of this writing I am about half way through my Christmas shopping, and I fully expect to be completed before midnight Christmas Eve (stores stay open late…right?). The selection can be limited at times but you would not believe all of the last minute bargains you can find. With that being said it would not be right to leave the year without telling the pack one more story that can only come from the world of the Dogpound. A few weeks ago we had our annual physical inventory, which is a long two-day grueling affair that everyone…including yours truly…must participate, but at least they did provide us lunch. The first day it was Subway sandwiches and on the second day we got Chick-Fil-A sandwiches. I picked up a couple sandwiches and went back to my office to enjoy my thirty minute break. I wanted some sauce for my sandwich but all they had were these little packets that are more suited for dipping since they are so thick. So in my infinite wisdom I thought I could speed up the flow process by taking the small tub in one hand and squeezing both ends toward the middle. Yea, it worked. The tub suddenly collapsed sending sauce…not on the sandwich, but directly on my shirt. I had a yellow streak straight across my mid-section and no matter of cleaning would make it disappear. Fortunately I had an old windbreaker in the office so I was able to hide my big honey mustard stain. Next time, for sure, I am going to just scoop out the mustard with my fingers; still messy but at least I can lick my fingers a heck of lot easier than I can my t-shirt. LOL

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store? What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”  – Dr. Seuss “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”

CHRISTMAS JOKES

  • The four stages of life: 1. You believe in Santa Claus 2. You don’t believe in Santa Claus 3. You dress up as Santa Claus 4. You look like Santa Claus.
  • I told my Granddad to go to Amazon for his Christmas shopping. He phoned me two days later from Brazil.
  • Why doesn’t Volkswagen hold Christmas Services? They get the readings wrong.
  • How does Darth Vader like his Christmas turkey? On the dark side.

That is all I have for this year. As always be good, do good, play safe, and remember to share with those that are less fortunate during this holiday season. Merry Christmas and God bless.

JR