Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. I am hoping everyone returned from the holiday with all of their fingers...

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound.

I am hoping everyone returned from the holiday with all of their fingers and toes attached. Let’s see what we have on the books today. Well, good new, old Betsy [my 2004 Honda] just rolled through 250,000 miles, and like me, she is old, creaky, and a bit beat up, but we are still ticking and taking names.

Other good news, the house I started last year ran into all kinds of problems. My builder walked out on me halfway through the project and took with him a lot of cash that was supposed to have been spent on cabinets and the like. And then my not so friendly neighbor filed a lawsuit against me for supposedly trespassing, which cost us both a lot of money in wasted attorneys’ fees. So after all that, I finally sold the house. I lost all of my profit, but it is now off my financial ledger! Hurrah!

Oh yes, I was at the local Walmart the other day to pick up a few things, and when I returned to my car, the area around my parking space was completely void of automobiles, allowing me a good clear view of the parking lot. Lo and behold, within my line of sight, I could see five empty shopping carts scattered within spitting distance of my car. Yes! Five carts left by previous customers too lazy to take their carts back to the proper storage area. Well, you are thinking maybe there were no storage locations close to where they parked? Sorry to disappoint you, but in that same clear field of vision, there were also three storage locations, and one was directly across the aisle where two of the abandoned carts was. I know it is a small thing, but it gets to be very frustrating when you are trying to find a parking spot in a crowded lot and just as you pull into what looks like a vacant spot, you run into an abandoned cart. You are either forced to get out of the car and try to maneuver the wayward cart in-between other parked cars or you go ahead and force your way in, hoping neither your car or the cart get dinged. Neither are great choices and clearly not necessary. So man up [or women up if you prefer]! Be considerate to your fellow shoppers, and put that cart in its proper storage slot. Pass it forward!

“If you ask me how long I’ll be your friend, my answer will be: I don’t know because I really don’t know which one is longer: forever or always.” [I like this one.]

A guy is sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan. “What was that for?” he asks. “That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name of Marylou on it,” she replies. “But honey, I was at the horse races last week and that was name of the horse I bet on,” he explains. The wife rather hesitantly apologizes to her husband. Three days later he is again sitting in his chair reading the newspaper when the wife nails him with an even bigger pan, knocking him out cold. When he comes to, he says, “What was that for?” “Your horse phoned!”

A motorist driving by a Texas ranch hit and killed a calf that was crossing the road. The driver went to the owner of the calf and explained what had happened. He then asked what the animal was worth. “Oh, about $200 today,” said the rancher. “But in six years it would have been worth $900. So $900 is what I’m out.” The motorist sat down and wrote out a check and handed it to the farmer. “Here,” he said, “is the check for $900. It’s postdated six years from now.”

OK, better wrap this up. As always, be good, do good, play safe, and remember a true friend is like a treasure…always treat them as such.