Merry Christmas from the Dogpound

Hello and welcome back to the Merry Christmas Dogpound where Santa has made an early and uninvited visit to our house.  The translation is literal…I got a lump of coal in my stocking and it is not even Christmas yet.  Let me explain…at lunch time I got into my car and noticed the steering took a lot of muscle to maneuver.  I checked for a deflated front tire but they were all in good shape… the next step was to check the steering fluid.  It was a bit low but otherwise everything should be working as it should, so the next stop was the local repair shop.  Fortunately I did not have to go very far or make very many turns to get there, but I will tell you what; some fitness guru should find a way to make a fitness machine in the shape of a steering wheel that turns like one with no steering fluid...a great upper body workout.  No lie!  Anyway, the mechanic comes out and checks a few things, and he pulls on the belt and it comes right off in his hand.  The power steering belt had busted [this is where the coal comes in], the belt broke because the water pump was going bad which turns into a nasty $400 plus bill.  Now these kinds of expenses are never really planned for, but being around the holidays it hurts your wallet a little bit more. Then to add insult to injury, my car broke down on Thursday and I had planned a day of vacation for Friday.  So I sat at home...imprisoned so to speak, while my car was being operated on.  Not the best way to spend your time off, but I did get my car back for the weekend,  just in time to finish my Christmas shopping.

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveler, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home! ~Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers, 1836

THE THREE STAGES OF LIFE
Stage one: You believe in Santa
Stage two:  You don’t believe in Santa
Stage three:  You are Santa

SERMON
It was a cold and misty Christmas morning in the very depth of Winter after a heavy snow and only one farmer and the preacher showed up for the morning services.  “Well.” Said the preacher, “I guess there is no reason to have a sermon today.”  “Well, that is not how I see it.” Replied the farmer.  “If one cow shows up at feeding time, I feed it.”
We at the Dogpound wish you and your loved ones the best Christmas ever and each of you in the pack get a long distance hug from Max.  As always be good, play safe and remember there has been only one Christmas - the rest are anniversaries.  

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM JR AND MAX

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