Max smells like cleaning

Hello and welcome back to the labor-intensive Dogpound community. It is Labor Day, when most of us get to rest from going to work five days a week, and in exchange we get the opportunity to work on our other job, which is generally referred to as “honey do’s.” You know, “Honey, now that you get a three-day weekend, you can now fix the garage door, and while you are at it you can paint the porch swing, and take care of that nasty floor squeak in the living room.” About the only choice we get is whether we get to do it on Saturday, Sunday or Monday.

Speaking of honoring our working warriors, we need to tip our hats to the industrious spiders. My house is pretty much in the country and I have a lot of porch, which seems to attract spiders and lots of webs. Not that I mind since they help keep the insects at bay, but on occasion I need to clean the area with a broom since the webs get in my face and hair. I would love to be Spiderman, but not the Webman. Anyway, true to their nature of being tireless workers, the next day the webs are back in place and they are hard at work making repairs. As long as the spiders do not revolt and attack, I will continue to salute their never tiring work ethic. As for the rest of you work warriors, hang in there; Thanksgiving is not that far away.

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK

“Before the reward there must be labor. You plant before you harvest. You sow in tears before you reap joy.” Ralph Ransom

BLIND DATE

After being with her all evening, the man couldn’t take another minute with his blind date. Earlier, he had secretly arranged to have a friend call him to the phone so he would have an excuse to leave if something like this happened. When he returned to the table, he lowered his eyes, put on a grim expression, and said: “I have some bad news. My grandfather just died and I have to leave.” “Thank heaven!” his date replied. “If yours hadn’t, mine would have had to.”

RADAR DETECTOR

An officer pulled over a car for speeding and, as he approached the car, he heard this loud humming sound. Behind the wheel sat an elderly lady that was just talking up a blue streak about her grandkids, who were not even in the car. The officer asked the elderly lady why she was so angry at her grandkids. She explained, “They told me if I got a Dust Buster in my car that I wouldn’t get a ticket.” Duct taped to the dashboard was indeed a Dust Buster that was just humming along. The officer could not help but laugh as he explained that she needed a radar detector called a Fuzz Buster and not the household cleaning tool that she had taped to her dash. The officer only gave her a warning ticket and sent her on her way.

That is the end of my labor for the day. As always be good, play safe and remember there is nothing wrong with good hard labor.

JR and Max

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