Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. My Internet service is down so it is like panic city around here. Oh my! What do I do with my time now? How do I survive?? So I decided I would just have to sit down and write my weekly Dogpound article. Tough life! LOL What did we do before 24/7 access to communications? You have to realize..not giving away my age…that in my days we had three channels and they went off at midnight.
So needless to say the world has changed a lot since then. That is all good except for those that seem to live with that smart phone attached to their forehead. I wonder sometimes if they could go like 24 hours without looking at that mini-computer. I have come to conclusion they cannot. I see it at work all the time. I walk into someone’s office and there are three people in the office and there is just dead silence. All three are using their smart phones and not a word is being spoken – I kid you not. Feels kind of creepy at times…their heads are all bowed, and the only thing moving is their thumbs and an occasional finger.Speaking of things that irritate, for me it is those little metal storage lockers, like the ones they have in schools where you keep your books and personal stuff. They have these in the gym I go to and like most metal lockers they are not very sturdy, especially the full length doors. You pull and tug to get the locker door open and that dang door just vibrates for like forever. It has started to irritate me so much that I immediate put both hands on the door to stop the vibration. I don’t care if the other guys in the locker room are looking at me in a strange way or not. The same with cereal bowls. I will get my bowl out of the cabinet and set it down on the cabinet and it will start to kind of roll and vibrate…grrrrr….again hands on the bowl to stop the chatter. I know it only last a few seconds but for me it seems like an eternity.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“The one who cannot restrain their anger will wish undone, what their temper and irritation prompted them to do.” – Horace
COLOR ME GONE
A teacher said to her class, “Whoever, answers my next question can get the rest of the day off and can go home.” Just then a spit ball goes flying pass the teachers head. “Who threw that?” she demanded. “I did,” one boy, shouted. “I am out of here!”
I will finish this article by wishing you and all the Dogpound members a happy and a most blessed Easter.
As always, be good, do good, play safe and remember that between all the eggs and candy lies the true meaning of Easter.
JR
