Max the slurp machine

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound.    I must say Max is a good dog, but he does have an annoying habit.  Yes, Max…you are not perfect you know. What do you mean compared to me?  Watch your tongue there or I will have to put you in the other room. Anyway, as I was saying Max has an annoying habit at supper time.  As Max has gotten older he is less inclined to greet me when I get home.  I really do understand since he has a bad hip and getting up and down from a reclined position is a real problem for him if he has been lying around for a while.  I change Max.  I make supper…no Max; however, the minute I sit down to eat, Max wanders out into the kitchen.  Now here comes the annoying part.  Max decides he is thirsty and gets a drink of water.  Now, Max does not just get a few laps of water and leave .  No, he has to empty the water bowl.  For 30 seconds…which seems like an eternity,  he is lapping away.  Imagine sitting there and all you here is this...lap…lap…lap...lap..lap.  It just drives me crazy.  I just want to eat a nice meal in silence and all I hear is this slurping-like sound from Max.  I really think he does it on purpose because I will not share my dinner with him.  Well, newsflash Max.  Annoying me is not going to make it happen and giving me the evil eye will not work either.


“What defines us is how well we rise after falling.”  
– Dogpound Wisdom

There was this preacher who was an avid golfer. Every chance he could get, he could be found on the golf course swinging away. It was an obsession. One Sunday was a picture perfect day for golfing. The sun was shining, no clouds in the sky and the temperature was just right. The preacher was in a quandary as to what to do ... play golf or give the Sunday service. Shortly, the urge to play golf overcame him. He called an assistant, told him he was sick and asked the assistant to take care of the Sunday church service for him. He packed the car up and drove three hours to a golf course where no one would recognize him. Happily, he began to play the course.

An angel up above was watching the preacher and was quite perturbed. He went to God and said, “Look at the preacher. He should be punished for what he is doing.” God nodded in agreement. The preacher teed up on the first hole. He swung at the ball and hit a perfect drive, straight as an arrow, four-hundred yards right to the green, where it gently rolled into the cup (as they say in basketball, “nothing but net”). A picture perfect hole-in-one. He was amazed and excited. The angel was a little shocked. He turned to God and said, “Begging Your pardon, but I thought you were going to punish him.” God smiled. “I did. Think about it -- who can he tell?”

That is a wrap.  As always be good, play safe, and remember if you have to take a drink please do it silently.  

JR and Max


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