Showing posts with label sweetest fridays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sweetest fridays. Show all posts

Friday, October 21, 2011

Sweetest Fridays: Animals

The sadness of the wild animal slaughter is overwhelming. It is global, though, MORE HERE.
But a moment for a break.
Think lightly,
instead just for a minute, on this.
(elder humor)
 Yesterday I was at Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet 'Sheriff' the Wonder Dog and was in the checkout line when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog.

What did she think I had, an elephant?

So since I'm retired and have little to do,
on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again.
I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but
 I related that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care unit with tubes coming out of most of my orifices, and IV's in both arms.

 I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet
 and that the way it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina Nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now
enthralled with my story.)


 Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me.

I told her no;
I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's butt and a car hit both of us.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack from laughing so hard.
Wal-Mart won't let me shop there anymore.

Better watch what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the world to think of crazy things to say.






for example, the other day Marilyn and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, "Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?" He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Nazi turd. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So Marilyn called him a s---head. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket.
This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote. Personally, we didn't care. We came into town by bus. We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retired. It's important at our age.




Four football fans go rock climbing one afternoon, a Nebraska fan, a Missouri fan, a Kansas fan, and a K-State fan. They had been arguing all the way up the mountain about who among them was the most die-hard fan.
Upon reaching the top of the mountain, the Nebraska fan proclaimed to The other three, "THIS IS FOR THE HUSKERS!" and promptly threw Himself off the mountain as a form of sacrifice, screaming "GO BIG RED!" as
He fell to his death. Not to be outdone, the Missouri fan jumped up and shouted, "THIS IS
FOR THE TIGERS!" and threw himself off the mountain. Refusing to be
Outdone by the Nebraska and Missouri fans, the K-State fan rose to his feet and yelled at the top of his lungs, "THIS IS FOR THE K-STATE WILDCATS!" and without hesitation pushed the Kansas fan off the mountain shouting, "FLY JAYHAWK FLY!!!"


Friday, March 18, 2011

Sweetest Fridays: Walk with a Grateful Heart

If you are not out looking for cholera -free water for your starving infant; if you are not wondering if your whole family has passed away into the ocean; if you are not being bombed by an insane crazyman or under the control of a bullying abuser:
breathe
deep
look up and around
be nice.
 64 daily ways of peace from  A Season for Nonviolence:
( located on http://www.k-state.edu/womenscenter/ )
here are two:
46. Compassion
Mother Teresa implored us to “find someone who thinks he is alone and let him know that he is not.” Today, do as Mother Teresa suggests.
49. Honor
Albert Einstein said, “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is.” Before each meal today, stop to honor all the hands that brought it to you and to bless the earth for its bounty.




it's gotta be Janie's dog,




but the bitterness of the past---
Let
 the seasons
 act
as a gentle wall to help you pass through pain.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Sweetest Puppies on Sweetest Shar Pei Fridays (and Shar Pei Rescue)

Sweetest Sharpei puppy and

who knows what this puppy is?? OH, to live a dog's life.




Sweetest Chinese Shar Pei

Shar Pei Rescue? Find out more HERE: http://www.adoptapet.com/s/adopt-a-shar-pei
i'm no sharpei but i'm pretty cute, eh?

click pic to enlarge caverous mouth

at their site   (boondockdogs - for stud), they called this a mini sharpei! looks kind of like an italian mastiff



a little work...
i just a pug
there there, lil sof sof

Shar Pei Mug is a mindblow.
click on pics to view huge.

the calendar: HERE

Friday, February 4, 2011

Sweetest Fridays: Sweetest Boxers Are Good for the Heart

The post grabbed me. Zen the boxer died. And facebook is filled with sad condolences, many from those who seemed to know the searing pain that can be returned to again and again with no lessening.
It lessens. But it takes Seasons.
Zen Sweetest Boxer

Sweetest Boxer pup





Matt's Zen the Boxer,
Gone to the Place for Good Dogs.



Old age means realizing you will never own all the dogs you wanted to. -Joe Gores

Who knew that dog saliva can mend a broken heart? -Jennifer Neal

A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker. -Buddha

Good Loyal dog stories HERE.

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor;those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...
Author Unknown



Seasons are for wisdom and pain,
seasons are for love and bitterness.
The passing seasons are the walls

that the wounded bounce against,
buttressed,
corralled in the mask of sanity
kept alive and standing
until the searing part of the pain is gone.
Until one might stand again
by oneself.
Our Souls need the seasons like our Bodies need gravity.
The seasons
are a strange nourishing organic blanket
teaching us the Grace of Time




sweetest boxer named diesel


Diesel the Crazy Good Boy



Silly Boxer Pleases teh Baby


sweetest black labs HERE