Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. Some good news. The little doe I mentioned that is hanging around the house…well…she finally gave birth…twins! Now I have another doe hovering around the woods down by the lake…might have another set of Bambies in the near future! Wahoo! Oh yes…before I forget…more good news..my colonoscopy came back clean as a whistle…[pun intended]. When I had my first one many, many years ago, they just gave me enough juice to make me forget that I was on a bed wrapped in an apron that barely covered the essentials…however this time it was entirely different. The anesthesia technician popped a vial in my IV drip and told me I would feel some stinging sensations, and I did. I felt this warm slightly stinging sensation creep up my right arm…from hand to shoulder. That lasted about 60 seconds and then he told me he was going to put another vial in to put me to sleep. No kidding. I watched him insert that vial and that is all I remember. No slow fade out..no swirling room…just gone. Next thing I remember is waking up…like 20 minutes had passed…doctor was gone and they were ready to wheel me into the waiting room. Amazing stuff! On a final note for this issue, I went to Ohio last weekend to attend the wake for my brother who passed away back in March. Due to the distance I had to get a hotel for the night and I ran into the latest hotel policy. You may have heard about it…it was not widely publicized [for obvious reasons]; hotels now have a cancellation fee. Or in simpler terms…you book it…you have to pay for it whether you use it or not. Sort of like… you break it…you bought it. This is not a small-dollar item like the extra $25 baggage charge the airlines throw at you…this was a $117 penalty. The only break you get is that they do not include all the sales and entertainment taxes. Big whoop!
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Be careful about reading health books. Some fine day you’ll die of a misprint.” Markus Herz
MY KIND OF NEIGHBORS
After living in their house for four years, a married couple moving out of state. The husband had backed the truck up to their garage door so they could start loading all of the boxes. Just then one of their neighbors came walking across the lawn, carrying a plate full of muffins. “Isn’t that thoughtful,” the husband said to his wife. “They must have realized we packed our kitchen stuff.” The neighbor stuck out his hand and boomed, “Welcome to the neighborhood!”
That’s all I have for today. As always be good, do good, play safe and remember to read the fine print on your hotel reservation.
JR
