Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. If you have been paying attention to the calendar, you are aware that...

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. If you have been paying attention to the calendar, you are aware that the kissing cousin to Mother’s Day is just around the corner. No peeking at the calendar or Google…can you guess? That is right … the lesser known Father’s Day is just around the corner. Mother’s Day was made an official holiday by President Woodrow Wilson in 1914, whereas Father’s Day was not recognized as a national holiday until 1972 by President Richard Nixon. That’s the reason I call it the lesser known. The truth be had, Father’s Day just does not rise to the occasion like Mother’s Day. Based on the latest statistics I could find from 2016, people spend 75 percent more on Mother’s Day than they do on Father’s Day. So I, for one, am urging all of you to up the ante up this year for good old dad. He deserves it! I know he will grunt and huff about all the fuss directed toward him on this special day, but deep down inside he is really eating up all of this attention. Later, when the sun goes down on Father’s Day, he will fall asleep amidst the special dreams you have created just for him. Now that I have made my point, I think I will take a little time off myself to enjoy this special holiday. So I will leave you with some jokes and smiles. Enjoy!

A man’s children and his garden both reflect the amount of weeding done during the growing season. – Anonymous

The gentleman stopped to talk to the small girl who was making mud pies on the sidewalk. “My word,” he exclaimed. “You are pretty dirty, aren’t you, my little girl?” “Yes,” she replied. “But I am prettier clean.”
“This mower,” said the sales clerk, “will do half of your job for you.” Studying the machine, I said, “Fine. I’ll take two.”
The supervisor of my work section recently made a casual comment about my shaggy mane. He then went on to extol the virtues of a good haircut, which, he insisted, makes an elderly man look younger and a younger man seem more mature. “How would a haircut make a middle-aged man like me appear?” I asked. “Still employed,” was his answer.

Mr. Greenberg was an immigrant who never went to school, but he worked hard, saved his pennies and started a small business. It did well, and soon he had enough money to send for the wife and children. The work kept him very busy, so he never had time to learn to write, but the bank was happy to do business with him, even though his signature consisted of two Os. He prospered, opened more stores, the kids were transferred to private schools, the family moved into a fancy house (with one staircase going nowhere just for show) … you get the idea. One day his banker, Mr. Smith, asked him to drop by. “So vat’s the problem?” Greenberg asked, a bit anxiously. Smith waved a bunch of checks at him. “Perhaps nothing,” he said, “but I wanted to be on the safe side. These recent checks of yours are all signed with three O’s, but your signature of record has just two.” Greenberg looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry about making trouble,” he said, “but my vife said that since I’m now such a high-class rich guy, I should have a middle name!” (O dear.)
That is all I have for today. As always, be good, do good, play safe and remember every day is Dad’s day. Tip of the hat to all of you, and may God bless you for being the man of the family.