Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. As most of you are aware, at some point time at work, or...

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. As most of you are aware, at some point time at work, or at a social event you will be approached by parent who shoves a pamphlet toward you peddling overpriced candy, cookies, or whatever to support their child’s school activities. Many times this is a tit-for-tat scheme, since you have at one time or another done same thing to them for your kid…so you are kind of obligated to return the favor. This round-robin event should end when your kids grow up, but unfortunately that is seldom the case.

Our software programmer came into my office the other day and handed me a big box. “What is this?” I asked, completely forgetting that I coughed up twenty dollars a few months back to buy some cookies for an undisclosed kid event. I had bought the premium peanut butter cookies and they were fresh out of the refrigerator. So I decided to open the box and have one. They were kind of different from normal cookies…about a half-dollar around, very thick, with a good heavy peanut butter flavor; guess that is what makes them premium. Not being a big cookie eater I decided to walk around the office and offer them to my fellow co-workers. As usual, many of them turned me down…”watching the weight”…”diet”..etc..but there were a few brave souls that took one…then I came across one particular co-worker. She turned me down because she had her own box of cookies and she was going to take them home and put them in the oven. “Why?!” I asked. “Well…that is what you do with cookie dough.” She replied. Oops..my bad! No wonder they tasted a little bit different!

“I will be starting my diet on Monday. I did not say which Monday. But I will definitely start one on Monday.” DOGPOUND

He was a widower and she a widow. They had known each other for a number of years, being high school classmates and having attended class reunions in the past without fail.
This 60th anniversary of their class, they had a wonderful evening, their spirits high. The widower threw admiring glances across the table. The widow smiling coyly back at him.
Finally, he picked up courage to ask her, “Will you marry me?” After about six seconds of careful consideration, she answered, “Yes,….. yes I will!” The evening ended on a happy note for the widower. But the next morning he was troubled. Did she say “Yes” or did she say “No?” He couldn’t remember. Try as he would, he just could not recall. He went over the conversation of the previous evening, but his mind was blank. He remembered asking the question, but for the life of him he could not recall her response. With fear and trepidation, he picked up the phone and called her. First, he explained that he couldn’t remember as well as he used to. Then he reviewed the past evening. As he gained a little more courage he then inquired of her, “When I asked if you would marry me, did you say ‘Yes’ or did you say ‘No? “Why, you silly man, I said ‘Yes. Yes I will.’ And I meant it with all my heart.” The widower was delighted. He felt his heart skip a beat. Then she continued, “And I am so glad you called because I couldn’t remember who asked me!”
I hear the cookies calling for me, so I better wrap this one up. As always, be good, do good, play safe, and remember, there is nothing like fresh, warm cookies straight from the oven.