Hello and welcome back to the Fourth of July in the Dogpound. This will be a short Dogpound as I plan to enjoy some time off, but we want to make sure you get a quick history lesson about this major holiday. In June 1776, representatives of the Thirteen Colonies, then fighting in the revolutionary struggle, weighed a resolution that would declare their independence from Great Britain. On July 2nd, the Continental Congress voted in favor of independence, and two days later its delegates adopted the Declaration of Independence, a historic document drafted by Thomas Jefferson. Did you know that the Fourth has only been a Federal holiday since 1941? We in the Dogpound do ask that amid the picnics, parades and fireworks, that you remember those who have served and who are currently serving in our Armed Forces . Freedom is a cherished gift that we must protect with continued due diligence.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Where liberty is, there is my country.” Benjamin Franklin
• Note: if you are going to run a red light make sure the car in front of you has the same idea.
• New truth: If it does not appear on the first page of Google Search Page it does not exist.
• Sneaky: Hold open the door for someone who is just a tad too far away just to make them run a bit.
• Overheard: I gave my cat a bath the other day. He loved it, and it was fun for me as well. I mean there was the matter of the fur sticking to my tongue, but other than that...
• World news: Greece has voted to be no longer considered a nation. They have plans to become a social network like Facebook, and expect to rake in billions with their IPO.
HORSE FOR SALE
An old farmer is outside for a walk around his land when he sees a sign on his neighbor’s lawn: “Horse for Sale.” Curious, he decides to have a look-see. As he approaches his neighbor’s stable, he sees his old Italian friend brushing down a fine-looking stallion. “Hello, friend. I saw your sign out there and came over to see your horse for sale.” Now, the Italian farmer speaks very poor English, but he manages to answer well enough. “Yep, yep, disa is da horse for a sale.”
”This horse here?” quizzes the old farmer. “Why, he’s a fine horse. Why would you ever would you sell him?”
“Well,” sighs the Italian farmer, “he no looka so good anymore.”
The old farmer, convinced that his neighbor has lost his mind, makes the purchase and leads the horse across his field over to his stable. As he taps the horse gently on the back to coax him into the stable, he watches as the horse misses the door completely and smacks head first into the wall.
“That ol’ cheat sold me a near blind horse!” growls the old farmer. He then proceeds to storm over across the field, reigns in hand, to give his neighbor a piece of his mind.
“You sold me a near blind horse, you ol’ cheat, and you didn’t even tell me!” he screams. “Eh! I tolla you!” cries the Italian farmer. “I say, ‘He no looka so good anymore!’”
I am out of here. As always be good, play safe, and remember to ask for the blessing we need for this great country of ours.
JR and Max