Hello and welcome back to the intriguing world of the Dogpound. Ever have that feeling that something is not quite right, but you cannot put your finger on it? I have been having that feeling lately whenever I read the Village News. I started to feel like Columbo, the detective: Something is out of place, something just does not add up, and he keeps poking and thinking about it until he discovers the cause. Just like the great detective, after much intuitive thinking I was able to yell “Eureka,” Greek for I found that itch. It was right under my nose; the newspaper had changed the characterization of my profile.

First, I noticed that they added Max – finally, nice touch. Then, I noticed that I am turning into the poster child for Mad Magazine. Remember Alfred E. Neuman, the “What – Me Worry?” kid. Yep, add a little more hair and we could be cousins, and I do not say that with one bit of pride, either. Good thing they do not show a full body profile; they would probably have me looking like a younger Jackie Gleason, and I am not proud of that thought, either. So, my faithful reading fans, do me a small favor. When you read my weekly article, kindly place your thumb over the picture. I promise you what I write is a whole lot funnier than the profile. Thanks in advance!

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Ask not what your country can do for you … you’re just going to be disappointed with the answer.” Alfred E. Neuman

MEMORIES
A group of 40-year-old girlfriends discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally, it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the waiters there were very good looking. A decade later, at 50 years of age, the ladies once again discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally, it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food there was very good, the wine selection was good also and the waiters were cute.

Another 10 years later, at 60 years of age, the group once again discussed where it should meet for lunch. Finally, it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they could eat there in peace and quiet, the restaurant had a beautiful view of the ocean and the waiters were sweet boys. Ten years later, at 70 years of age, the group once again discussed where it should meet for lunch. Finally, it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the restaurant was wheelchair accessible, they even had an elevator, and the waiters were kindly.

Yet another 10 years later, at 80 years of age, the ladies once again discussed where they should meet for lunch. Finally, it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they had never been there before.

Time to run. As always be good, play safe and remember a picture that is drawn is not always a true representation of the facts.

JR and Max