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Laughing is Good

Dogs and Cats
Author Unknown


Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
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8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
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Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...

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Well adjusted?

I can always tell when Mitch is happy. He makes up little songs and sings them all day. This morning he came out with this little gem:

"Redneck children hang out at the bar,

have a couple root beers and a cigar..."

Doing Things the Old Fashioned Way

Here is a website where I could spend hours if I'm not careful! Hope the nostalgic among you will feel the same way. View (and even print) cookbooks from 1798 - 1922!

Mother's Day

A Legacy is –
Anything handed down from, or as from an ancestor.
My children are - My Legacy
Which I send to a time, I will not see
Whose children, will only Hear about me.
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Love the Lord your God with ...
all your heart - all your soul - all you might.

And these words shall be on your heart.

Teach them diligently to your children & your grand-children.
Talk of them ...
when you sit in your house
when you walk by the way
when you lie down and
when you rise.- Deuteronomy 6

Words from an email forwarded by a friend, pic is of Tesch babies in 1936 (Mae is the mom in the middle holding baby 'Grampa Gary').

Tastes Like Chicken

Little did I know back in the summer of 2000 that I had given birth to Elmer Fudd. My son seems to have really taken to life in the country. He shot a rabbit in our backyard with his BB gun while guarding the garden! Gerry cooked it up "French style" (heavy creme and cognac) and the two of them gobbled it up...especially Mitch! He was very proud of himself. I, on the other hand, tried to swallow a bite so as not to discourage him, but I really couldn't bring myself to actually chew it. With all you read these days about mechanized poultry and beef production, that little rabbit was probably the cleanest, safest meat to eat (especially since it had gotten fat from our organic garden!). Still and all...make mine a burger.