Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound, where we have started to live free again. Well, not completely, but we have taken the first baby steps to get small business back on track; I even was able to get my hair cut today. I have to admit I have gotten pretty good using the mustache trimmer to trim the back of my head,. using a mirror to boot! Just for your information, the barber was in a really good mood when she was cutting my hair. I am sure she was just as happy to be cutting hair as I was getting it cut, at least I think that was the reason, if you get my drift. Anyway, as I mentioned in my past articles, my company has been hit by the virus, and we had to institute a rolling furlough of the office and staff. I was first in the pecking order and was off the last week of April. I took the “opportunity” to start my spring cleaning, starting with the master bathroom. Along with the cleaning, I also reorganized all of the drawers. Underneath the sink I keep several boxes (actually recycled tennis shoe boxes) that keeps my stuff organized, like pain creams in one box, in another lotions, etc. You get the idea. So, I was going through each one checking the contents and throwing out stuff I did not really need, until I came to the last box. It looked a bit strange. There were cotton balls stuffed in the middle, but my bag of cotton balls was in a completely different drawer. Then I noticed the little black droppings. Yep. I had a mouse problem. My mouse had made himself a nice little bed. He was using the little holes in the end of the box lid to go in and out of his new little home. Well, despite the nice setup, I could not allow that to continue. So, I cleaned out his little nest and left him some nice poison pellets as a kind of housewarming gift. A few days later the gift was accepted, and a noticeable smell sealed the deal!
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Hope your house is clean enough to keep you healthy, and messy enough to keep you happy!” Dogpound Wisdom
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My young son ran to me, crying. “Daddy, I stubbed my toe,” he sobbed.
“Let me kiss it and make it better,” I said. “Which toe was it?” “The one that has no roast beef.”
“I’ve never flown before,” said the nervous old lady to the pilot. “You will bring me down safely, won’t you?” “All I can say, ma’am,” said the pilot, “is that I’ve never left anyone up there yet!”
My older son loves school, but his younger brother absolutely hates it. One weekend, he cried and fretted and tried every excuse not to go back on Monday. Sunday morning on the way home from church, the crying and whining built to a crescendo. At the end of my rope, I finally stopped the car and explained, “Honey, it’s a law. If you don’t go to school, they’ll put Mommy in jail.” He looked at me, thought a moment, then asked, “How long would you have to stay?”
I have to run, there is a small housewarming gift I need to check in on. As always, be good, do good, play safe, and remember, be clean. Wash your hands.
JR
