Max the daredevil

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound.  I have mentioned in the past that Max has arthritis in his hips and negotiating steps has become a major effort for him, so to compensate, I have been lifting and carrying him up and down the steps in the garage.  Now, carrying 85 pounds of dead weight with a dog that really does not like this mode of transportation, and only puts up with it because he really has to go, is a tad of a chore.  One of these days one or both of us are going to wind up at the bottom in a tangled heap and then we will both need help going up and down steps.  So, to help both of us, I had a ramp made and we are now in the process of learning how to use it [note, Max is learning to use the ramp, not me!].  Now it would seem a simple matter for Max to walk up and down the ramp, but he is not really an adventurous dog, so we have to do it together.  He stands there looking at me from a safe distance until I threaten to come and get him.  Only then will he come close enough to let me grab his collar and guide him onto the ramp.  Then we gingerly edge down or up the ramp with me close by since he has a bad habit of letting his back end drift off the ramp.  No Max…it is not due to me being a poor guide…you just cannot walk a straight line.  Who knew?

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.”  
          – John Bunyan

QUICKIES

  • I enjoy your company most when I am by myself.
  • This man’s work cannot be underrated.
  • Way down deep he’s shallow.
  • Before they made him they broke the mold.
  • Employer to applicant: “In this job we need someone who is responsible.” Applicant: “I’m the one you want. On my last job, every time anything went wrong, they said I was responsible.”

WHAT DID HE GET?
Two guys sat down for lunch in the office cafeteria. “Hey, whatever happened to Pete in payroll?” one asked.  “He got this hare brained notion he was going to build a new kind of car,” his coworker replied. “How was he going to do it?”  “He took an engine from a Pontiac, tires from a Chevy, seats  from a Lincoln, hubcaps from a Caddy and well, you get the idea.”  “So what did he end up with?”  “Ten years to life.”

Well, got to wrap this up.  Max is giving me the evil eye, which is his signal that it is time to do our version of the high wire act.  As always be good, play safe and remember it never hurts to help a friend.

JR and Max

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