Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. Well, I finally did it. Yes I did! I have mentioned before about the sorry state of my billfold and how it is the nature of males to hold on to their wallets as long as possible. So, I finally came to a decision last week… and… and wait for it… I gave up and duct taped my wallet. Yes! I just had to get a few more months out of my wallet so I cut some strips and refortified the corners so my credit cards will no longer fall out when I opened my wallet. Not very pretty but it gets the job done. Let’s see…what else is going on?
I am still struggling with my back muscle. I have a spot on my back shoulder blade that continues to aggravate me to no end. I have gone to the chiropractor and physical therapy route with minimum results. Finally went to my regular doctor who had X-rays taken but they did not show anything, so he gave me some prescription cream to rub on my back. It has something like aspirin in it so the medicine goes directly to the affected spot. Seems to help some but it has not stopped the nagging pain from reoccurring. The biggest problem with the cream is the application. I am not very flexible and the spot that needs the most attention is situated just beyond my reach. However, I did come up with a solution that probably only a male would come up with [not being negative to the fairer sex..just saying most women would not take this route to solve their back problem or even go as far as to admit it in public]. My solution? I had bought a wooden back scratcher some months ago at Wal-Mart and I figured I could use that to help me scratch my itch..so to speak. I found some old cotton pads…took a rubber band and secured the pad to the fork end of the handle…spread some cream on the pad and went to town. Worked like a charm and I am very pleased with my innovation. Shark Tank…here I come!
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Be willing to make decisions. That’s the most important quality in a good leader.” General George S. Patton. [I thought this was appropriate based on my stories above!]
NO PETS
Two buddies were out for a Saturday stroll. One had a Doberman and the other had a Chihuahua. As they sauntered down the street, the guy with the Doberman said to his friend, “Let’s go over to that restaurant and get something to drink.” The guy with the Chihuahua said, “We can’t go in there. We’ve got dogs with us.” The one with the Doberman said, “Just follow my lead.” They walked over to the restaurant and the guy with the Doberman put on a pair of dark glasses and started to walk into the restaurant. The waiter at the door said, “Sorry, Mac, no pets allowed.”
The man with the Doberman said, “You don’t understand. This is my Seeing-Eye dog.” The waiter said, “A Doberman pinscher?” The man said, “Yes, they’re using them now. They’re very good.” The waiter said, “OK then, come on in.” The buddy with the Chihuahua figured he’d try it too so he put on a pair of dark glasses and started to walk into the restaurant. He knew his story would be a bit more unbelievable. Once again the waiter said, “Sorry, pal, no pets allowed.”
The man with the Chihuahua said, “You don’t understand. This is my Seeing-Eye dog.” The waiter said, “A Chihuahua?” The man with the Chihuahua said, “A Chihuahua?!? A Chihuahua?!? They gave me a Chihuahua??
I have made the decision that this is the end of this article. As always, be good, do good, play safe and remember we are what we decide to do or not do.
JR
