Max enjoys Halloween

Hello and welcome back to the scary world of the Dogpound.  It is time for that bewitching hour;  no I am not talking about the GOP presidential primaries [although that does raise the hair on the back of my neck], I am of course referring to Halloween.  Unfortunately I now live out in the boonies so if any trick-or-treaters do manage to find their way to my doorstep, they  are either lost or have been hit very hard by the economy.  Anyway I took the Friday off before Halloween to allow time to prepare for my weekend football game, but before I left I snuck back into the offices and spread dozens of plastic spiders all over their desk and office floors.  So happens the next day I stopped into my office to pick up a fax, and believe it or not, they had all returned… all over my desk and floor.  Now I am a step ahead for next year’s Halloween. LOL  Since I need to prepare for the big game [going to be cold so got to pack a lot of warm clothes] I am going to cut this short and head right for the funnies.

“When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, May luck be yours on Halloween.” Dogpound Wisdom

Four guys are driving across country together: one from Idaho, one from Nebraska, one from Florida, and one from New York. A short way down the road, the man from Idaho starts to pull potatoes from his bag and throws them out the window. The man from Iowa turns to him and asks, “What the heck are  you doing?” The man from Idaho says, “We have so many of these things in Idaho they’re lying around on the ground. I’m sick of looking at them!” A few miles down the road, the man from Nebraska begins pulling ears of corn from his bag and throwing them out the window. The man from Florida asks, “What are you doing that for?” The Nebraskan replies, “We have so many of these things in Nebraska, I’m sick of looking at them!” Inspired by the others, the man from Florida opens the car door and pushes the New Yorker out.

Recently while we were eating lunch after church one Sunday, my youngest son asked me what the highest number I had ever counted up to was. I said I didn’t know. Then I asked him how high he has counted. “5,372,” came the prompt reply. “Oh,” I said. “Why did you stop there?” “The sermon was over.” [Tell your preacher this one and see how he reacts.  LOL]

During a home renovation, my grandfather was watching me drive in nails. “You hammer like lightning,” he said. “Really?” I replied, flattered. “You never strike the same place twice.”

I think I have scared up enough for this article.  As always be good, play safe, and don’t be selfish with the candy this year.

JR and Max


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