Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. I think I made a little boo-boo with my new dishwasher. It does...

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound.
I think I made a little boo-boo with my new dishwasher.

It does a great job of cleaning. That is not the issue; it’s the design. Now I admit I picked it out, but I was not really paying attention to one essential feature. After it was installed, I called my handyman and told him he made a mistake.

The issue is that I have a very nice stainless-steel front on the dishwasher that matches my stove and refrigerator. That means the controls are in the top of the panel, and when the door is shut, the controls disappear under the countertop. I thought the handyman had not pulled the dishwasher out far enough, but he informed me that if it was pulled out any farther, the side insulation would show. Not a good idea.

My old dishwasher had the controls on the front, and it was easy to see what cycle it was on. Now I have to try to peer under the ledge to get a visual as to what is going on in there. It so quiet I cannot even tell it is running; the other night I pushed the buttons and shut the door. After a few minutes it did not seem like it had started, so I opened it, and it had not started. So I reset the buttons and closed the door. After a few more minutes of listening and squinting under the countertop, there was still no action. Grrrrr. Then, during my third attempt I happened to notice that I had failed to put in a cleaning pod. The machine was a step ahead of me, but it failed to tell me about my lack of attention to that little detail. Double Grrrrr!

“Happiness is no dirty dishes in the sink.” — Dogpound Wisdom

A friend and I were driving to the mall when we came to a bridge under construction. The road narrowed to one lane with a red light at either end. We stopped at the red light on our side, and when it turned green, we started up again. Halfway through we met another car coming toward us. The driver leaned out his window and shouted, “I don’t back up for idiots!” Putting his car into reverse, my friend called back, “No problem. I do.”

An old man and woman were married for many years, even though they hated each other. Whenever there was a confrontation, yelling could be heard deep into the night. The old man would shout, “When I die, I will dig my way up and out of the grave and come back and haunt you for the rest of your life!” Neighbors feared him. They believed he practiced magic because of the many strange occurrences that took place in the neighborhood. The old man liked the fact that he was feared. To everyone’s relief, he died of a heart attack when he was 98. His wife had in a closed casket at the wake. After the burial, she went straight to the local bar and began to party as if there was no tomorrow. Her neighbors, concerned for her safety, asked, “Aren’t you afraid that he may be able to dig his way out of the grave and haunt you for the rest of your life?” The wife put down her drink and said, “Let him dig. I had him buried upside down, and you know men won’t ask for directions.”
That is a wrap. As always, be good, do good, play safe, and remember: paper plates are always a good option.