News stories last week and over the weekend have had endless pieces about American astronauts and some of whom might have had or have a drinking problem. Of course this is my kind of story which requires that I wade in and give my two cents worth.
To date there have been over 350 astronauts in our space program flying everything from the old Mercury to the current shuttle. One would expect out of that many flyboys and flygirls there is bound to be one or two or more who like to belly up to the bar. What are the odds?
I have an intriguing question -- what does it feel like to be both drunk and weightless? Being a product of the 60's and young and sometimes wild, I can appreciate one of those feelings but not both -- that's got to be a real space trip. Sorry Wallie, but one has to be truthful.
How about crazy astronauts? We suspect that we had one -- the less than stable Captain Depends. There have been later reports saying that she did not wear a diaper for that long trip from Texas to Florida. Be that as it may, she appeared to be on the irrational side, we would have to agree. She just may have had or should have had a little nip out of the bottle to bolster her courage for the journey.
Do you suppose the Russian cosmonauts, manning the International Space Station for months at a time, keep a little stash of vodka behind one of the control panels? There cannot possibly be enough to keep them busy 24-7-365, so they've got to have a little partytime.
In looking back over our space adventures, had I been the one, rather than Neil Armstrong, who made that first step onto the moon surface, I might have needed a little bit of alcoholic beverage to steady my nerves to make that "giant leap for mankind." And another question -- do those spacesuits have little pockets for flasks? Or maybe they have to be creative like Bulldog fans sneaking booze into Scott Field.
As space technology has advanced, I think the time has come to put up an orbiting "First Chance - Last Chance" saloon where the shuttles could stop on the way out and again on the way back just so the astronauts could cool their heels and have a few to relieve some of the tension that they all must experience. Perhaps it would be cheaper to add a wing to the ISS and let the Russians be the bartenders.
You might typically hear this at the space watering hole, "Hey Ivan, give me two more vodka and tonic -- one for here, and one in a go cup."
Monday, July 30, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
August 16, 1977 -- Do You Remember?
To most of the readers of this blog August 16, 1977, probably has little or no significance unless you happen to really be into music. But to many fans around the world this is the 30th anniversary of an emotion-ridden event.
I will give you a little hint -- Tupelo, Mississippi, is already gearing up for a remembrance celebration for fans who will be there from everywhere, and Memphis will be the site of observances as well.
The Northeast Mississippi Daily Journal (Tupelo Newspaper) is urging people to write in 350 words or less their remembrances of this fateful day. I am old enough to remember (the subject of this post would have been only a few years older than I), but I don't really have a lot of memories of that day because I was not a fan of this person even though I did appreciate the talent.
By now you have guessed that Elvis Presley died on August 16, 1977. I am telling or reminding you of this so that you may appropriately commemorate the date.
Of course the King's fans from everywhere will come to Tupelo because of it being his birthplace.
The date of his birth was January 8, 1935 -- do the math for his age if he had lived. Would he still be entertaining? Would he have lost any weight -- he was getting a little puffy toward the end. Would he have approved of one of Lisa Marie's marriages? These and other questions we will just have to ponder.
A funny story (or maybe you would have to have been there) -- years ago I was attending a sales meeting in Memphis at what was then the airport Hilton (now the Holiday Inn Express -- like the commercial). Anyway the hotel was filled with Elvis fans, and most of the males were Elvis wantabees. Imagine what it was like to be in a huge crowd of Elvis look-a-likes -- the term look-a-likes should be used loosely -- some of them got close to the look, but some of them were absolutely pitiful. Even though the sales meeting was very stressful, we were able to get some laughs.
I also remember seeing Elvis' first appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show. The camera would not show him below the waist because the censors thought his wiggle was vulgar. Vulgar has taken on a whole new meaning now.
I'm bringing this to your attention at this early date, so that you may plan to celebrate the occasion. You've got about 20 days to find a costume, borrow a guitar and practice your wiggle. Is 20 days enough time to grow sideburns?
I will give you a little hint -- Tupelo, Mississippi, is already gearing up for a remembrance celebration for fans who will be there from everywhere, and Memphis will be the site of observances as well.
The Northeast Mississippi Daily Journal (Tupelo Newspaper) is urging people to write in 350 words or less their remembrances of this fateful day. I am old enough to remember (the subject of this post would have been only a few years older than I), but I don't really have a lot of memories of that day because I was not a fan of this person even though I did appreciate the talent.
By now you have guessed that Elvis Presley died on August 16, 1977. I am telling or reminding you of this so that you may appropriately commemorate the date.
Of course the King's fans from everywhere will come to Tupelo because of it being his birthplace.
The date of his birth was January 8, 1935 -- do the math for his age if he had lived. Would he still be entertaining? Would he have lost any weight -- he was getting a little puffy toward the end. Would he have approved of one of Lisa Marie's marriages? These and other questions we will just have to ponder.
A funny story (or maybe you would have to have been there) -- years ago I was attending a sales meeting in Memphis at what was then the airport Hilton (now the Holiday Inn Express -- like the commercial). Anyway the hotel was filled with Elvis fans, and most of the males were Elvis wantabees. Imagine what it was like to be in a huge crowd of Elvis look-a-likes -- the term look-a-likes should be used loosely -- some of them got close to the look, but some of them were absolutely pitiful. Even though the sales meeting was very stressful, we were able to get some laughs.
I also remember seeing Elvis' first appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show. The camera would not show him below the waist because the censors thought his wiggle was vulgar. Vulgar has taken on a whole new meaning now.
I'm bringing this to your attention at this early date, so that you may plan to celebrate the occasion. You've got about 20 days to find a costume, borrow a guitar and practice your wiggle. Is 20 days enough time to grow sideburns?
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Now I've Heard It All
Those of you who follow this blog know that I have written about cats before -- QT, Snape and Floyd, but Oscar is a very special cat whose story needs to be told.
Oscar is a two-year-old feline who lives in the Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Providence, Rhode Island. The only thing special about him is that he has an uncanny ability to predict when a patient will die.
It was reported that Oscar is really not a people-person -- he doesn't lie around all day just waiting for someone to pet him, but he climbs up by the patient as death approaches.
Oscar grew up on the third floor of the nursing facility where patients with Alzheimers and Parkinson's diseases are housed. He makes his rounds much as the doctors and nurses do, but get ready to notify the next of kin if he curls up next to a patient -- that patient will usually die within four hours.
In fact, to date he has been observed in 25 cases, and his accuracy is phenominal -- so much so that the staff uses Oscar as a barometer for notifying the patient's family of impending death.
The story goes that most of the family members are grateful, and they appreciate the companionship that Oscar provides to their loved ones in his or her last hours. And most do not mind his presence in the room, however, one family member wanted him out of the room while the patient was dying, and Oscar paced outside the door and meowed his displeasure.
"Oscar is better at predicting death than the people who work there," said Dr. Joan Teno, Brown University staff member who treats the nursing home patients and specializes in care for the terminally ill.
According to the doctors at the center most of the people to whom Oscar pays a last visit are not, because of their advanced illness, aware that he is the angel of death. They said most, but what about those few patients who are lucid and see Oscar making his way into their rooms? Imagine how they must feel when told by a cat that their hours on this earth are numbered.
Dr. Teno became convinced of Oscar's grim reaper abilities when she made the visit to patient number 13 in his list of successes. Teno thought the patient was near death because of the telltale signs, but Oscar would not stay in the room. As it turned out Teno's prediction was 10 hours too early, and Oscar came back to curl up with the patient for the final two hours of life.
No one has been able to figure out how Oscar knows when one's time has come, but he is definitely a special cat with a very special ability. It is such a strange, strange world.
Oscar was recently awarded a wall plaque commending his "compassionate hospice care."
Oscar is a two-year-old feline who lives in the Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Providence, Rhode Island. The only thing special about him is that he has an uncanny ability to predict when a patient will die.
It was reported that Oscar is really not a people-person -- he doesn't lie around all day just waiting for someone to pet him, but he climbs up by the patient as death approaches.
Oscar grew up on the third floor of the nursing facility where patients with Alzheimers and Parkinson's diseases are housed. He makes his rounds much as the doctors and nurses do, but get ready to notify the next of kin if he curls up next to a patient -- that patient will usually die within four hours.
In fact, to date he has been observed in 25 cases, and his accuracy is phenominal -- so much so that the staff uses Oscar as a barometer for notifying the patient's family of impending death.
The story goes that most of the family members are grateful, and they appreciate the companionship that Oscar provides to their loved ones in his or her last hours. And most do not mind his presence in the room, however, one family member wanted him out of the room while the patient was dying, and Oscar paced outside the door and meowed his displeasure.
"Oscar is better at predicting death than the people who work there," said Dr. Joan Teno, Brown University staff member who treats the nursing home patients and specializes in care for the terminally ill.
According to the doctors at the center most of the people to whom Oscar pays a last visit are not, because of their advanced illness, aware that he is the angel of death. They said most, but what about those few patients who are lucid and see Oscar making his way into their rooms? Imagine how they must feel when told by a cat that their hours on this earth are numbered.
Dr. Teno became convinced of Oscar's grim reaper abilities when she made the visit to patient number 13 in his list of successes. Teno thought the patient was near death because of the telltale signs, but Oscar would not stay in the room. As it turned out Teno's prediction was 10 hours too early, and Oscar came back to curl up with the patient for the final two hours of life.
No one has been able to figure out how Oscar knows when one's time has come, but he is definitely a special cat with a very special ability. It is such a strange, strange world.
Oscar was recently awarded a wall plaque commending his "compassionate hospice care."
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Watch For Giant Squid
A report out of California warns commercial fishermen, who make their livings casting nets off the Pacific coast, that giant squid(s) (is it both singular and plural?) are invading the area and gobbling up a lot of our seafood supply.
These things can grow up to 7 feet long and weigh as much as 110 pounds. I smell a new adventure monster movie, "The Attack of the Giant Squid."
Probably Steven Spielberg has graduated from these types of movies since his epic, "Jaws" (1975). I'm not sure if he were involved in any of the several sequels. But we always have Toho Studios in Japan who gave us such memorable classics as, "Edirah" (1966 film about giant deep sea shrimp), "Gamine" (1970 thriller starring an alien-possessed crab), "Gezora" (1970 movie sticking with the alien-possessed theme but substituting a cuttlefish) and "Titanosarus" (1970 feature about an underwater dinosaur). There are, of course, many other movies of the monster genre, but these are a few of the more notable about specifically sea monsters. What? You haven't seen any of these? Shame on you!
As an aside, my only problem with these movies -- but on second thought it might have made them much more enjoyable -- was Toho Studios inability to synchronize Japanese mouth movement with dubbed in English. Surely that problem can be solved.
Anyway, the Dosidicus gigas (for you science buffs) or Humbolt squid is a very agressive predator which has the ability to change its eating habits dictated by supply. It is now consuming food favored by the shark and tuna -- two species that are part of this newly acquired diet are anchovies and hake. I don't care for anchovies on my pizza or in my Caesar salad, so their scarcity poses no problem for me, however, if I am not mistaken, the hake could be a relative of the whitefish or haddock, and its dwindling population might effect Captain D's and Long John Silver's -- let us pray for this not to happen.
In writing this post I have come up with an idea for a Japanese film starring the Dosidicus gigas -- the giant squid makes its/their way through the Panama Canal and into the Carribbean headed toward New Orleans and the mouth of the "Father of Waters." It/they adapt to fresh water (that's going to be a stretch for Mississippi River water) and add catfish to the diet. The South would be devastated -- it would be worse than the surrender of the Confederacy at Appamattox and the ensueing Reconstruction. A true Southerner cannot survive for long without fried catfish.
To make matters worse the giant squid could also go up the Warrior River in Alabama and into the Tenn-Tom. Columbus, Aberdeen and Fulton could be shown as positions where angry fishermen rally and attack the creatures as they climb over the locks and dams of the Tombigbee. At some point I suppose tactical nuclear weapons or some sort of laser would be used to finally stop the advance. Can you feel the excitement?
If we can get this potential Oscar-winner to the wide screen, I'm sure there will be co-starring roles, bit parts and cameos for the Southern citizenry, so brush up on your acting skills and take classes if necessary (as if good acting is necessary in a Japanese flick). It could prove to be a real opportunity.
These things can grow up to 7 feet long and weigh as much as 110 pounds. I smell a new adventure monster movie, "The Attack of the Giant Squid."
Probably Steven Spielberg has graduated from these types of movies since his epic, "Jaws" (1975). I'm not sure if he were involved in any of the several sequels. But we always have Toho Studios in Japan who gave us such memorable classics as, "Edirah" (1966 film about giant deep sea shrimp), "Gamine" (1970 thriller starring an alien-possessed crab), "Gezora" (1970 movie sticking with the alien-possessed theme but substituting a cuttlefish) and "Titanosarus" (1970 feature about an underwater dinosaur). There are, of course, many other movies of the monster genre, but these are a few of the more notable about specifically sea monsters. What? You haven't seen any of these? Shame on you!
As an aside, my only problem with these movies -- but on second thought it might have made them much more enjoyable -- was Toho Studios inability to synchronize Japanese mouth movement with dubbed in English. Surely that problem can be solved.
Anyway, the Dosidicus gigas (for you science buffs) or Humbolt squid is a very agressive predator which has the ability to change its eating habits dictated by supply. It is now consuming food favored by the shark and tuna -- two species that are part of this newly acquired diet are anchovies and hake. I don't care for anchovies on my pizza or in my Caesar salad, so their scarcity poses no problem for me, however, if I am not mistaken, the hake could be a relative of the whitefish or haddock, and its dwindling population might effect Captain D's and Long John Silver's -- let us pray for this not to happen.
In writing this post I have come up with an idea for a Japanese film starring the Dosidicus gigas -- the giant squid makes its/their way through the Panama Canal and into the Carribbean headed toward New Orleans and the mouth of the "Father of Waters." It/they adapt to fresh water (that's going to be a stretch for Mississippi River water) and add catfish to the diet. The South would be devastated -- it would be worse than the surrender of the Confederacy at Appamattox and the ensueing Reconstruction. A true Southerner cannot survive for long without fried catfish.
To make matters worse the giant squid could also go up the Warrior River in Alabama and into the Tenn-Tom. Columbus, Aberdeen and Fulton could be shown as positions where angry fishermen rally and attack the creatures as they climb over the locks and dams of the Tombigbee. At some point I suppose tactical nuclear weapons or some sort of laser would be used to finally stop the advance. Can you feel the excitement?
If we can get this potential Oscar-winner to the wide screen, I'm sure there will be co-starring roles, bit parts and cameos for the Southern citizenry, so brush up on your acting skills and take classes if necessary (as if good acting is necessary in a Japanese flick). It could prove to be a real opportunity.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Couple of Snippets of News
Bikini-Clad Mowers
I'm sure you have heard by now about the new lawn service in Memphis -- girls mowing yards in their bikinis. Fox News has reported the story the last couple of days and interviewed the creative owner of the service.
I don't think that he has broadened his scope of business yet into Olive Branch, but I am sure there is a demand.
One of my next door neighbors told me when we moved into our house that his lawn would never look as good as mine because he had rather drink beer than to mow. So far he has held pretty much to his word. He would be a prime candidate for this service, and I could get my lawn chair and watch and not have to pay the $65 to $85 the service owner is charging.
I had considered asking Melinda to mow our lawn in a bikini, but then I realized she doesn't even mow fully clothed, so that idea is shot to hell. And I'm sure that we have a neighborhood covenant against that sort of thing anyway.
Dawgs in Spotlight
As you know State will open its season on ESPN Thursday night, August 30 against the fighting Tigers of LSU. But in conjunction with that appearance before a national television audience the Dawgs will also be a prime focus of college night previews on the network on Wednesday night.
Chris Fowler, who will call Thursday night's game, will also be the Starkville set anchor for the Wednesday night affair. The broadcast will include a five-minute interview with Sylvester.
According to ESPN the college preview is a four-hour show with the anchors in Bristol, CT, periodically going to Fowler and the Starkville set for updates and Dawg news.
Should be good publicity for our beloved Bulldogs, but of prime importance is to beat the Cajun Coon-Asses from Baton Rouge.
I wonder if Larry Templeton has considered engaging the Memphis bikini crew to mow Scott Field right before kickoff. Sounds like a great idea to me.
Go Dawgs!!!!!!
I'm sure you have heard by now about the new lawn service in Memphis -- girls mowing yards in their bikinis. Fox News has reported the story the last couple of days and interviewed the creative owner of the service.
I don't think that he has broadened his scope of business yet into Olive Branch, but I am sure there is a demand.
One of my next door neighbors told me when we moved into our house that his lawn would never look as good as mine because he had rather drink beer than to mow. So far he has held pretty much to his word. He would be a prime candidate for this service, and I could get my lawn chair and watch and not have to pay the $65 to $85 the service owner is charging.
I had considered asking Melinda to mow our lawn in a bikini, but then I realized she doesn't even mow fully clothed, so that idea is shot to hell. And I'm sure that we have a neighborhood covenant against that sort of thing anyway.
Dawgs in Spotlight
As you know State will open its season on ESPN Thursday night, August 30 against the fighting Tigers of LSU. But in conjunction with that appearance before a national television audience the Dawgs will also be a prime focus of college night previews on the network on Wednesday night.
Chris Fowler, who will call Thursday night's game, will also be the Starkville set anchor for the Wednesday night affair. The broadcast will include a five-minute interview with Sylvester.
According to ESPN the college preview is a four-hour show with the anchors in Bristol, CT, periodically going to Fowler and the Starkville set for updates and Dawg news.
Should be good publicity for our beloved Bulldogs, but of prime importance is to beat the Cajun Coon-Asses from Baton Rouge.
I wonder if Larry Templeton has considered engaging the Memphis bikini crew to mow Scott Field right before kickoff. Sounds like a great idea to me.
Go Dawgs!!!!!!
Monday, July 23, 2007
Soon "I LOVE MATILDA" Tattoo May Not Be Permanent
Some of my multitude (?) of readers may have tattoos, and that is their business and none of mine. But this blog is educational (?) and informative (?), and I report whatever seems to interest me.
A new tattoo dye will find its way into some tattoo parlors this fall which will be much more easily removed than the type of dye currently used. This dye has something to do with trapping dye pigments in microscopic beads coated with a safe, biodegradable plactic. I'll have to take the developer's word, Edith Mathiowitz, professor of medical science and engineering at Brown University, that this sort of thing is going to work. Understanding most chemical reactions in or on the body is a little out of my league.
For those who have the urge to get a tattoo that expresses their eternal love in a relationship and yet they feel that someday they may have regrets (three cheers for committment) they can opt for a tattoo that really doesn't have to be permanent -- makes for a great exit strategy for a partnership that goes south.
Apparently the removal process allows for the tattoo to be zapped away with a single laser treatment that is simpler and less expensive than the barrage of seven to fifteen treatments needed with the current dye. Sometimes it does require some time for the image to completely fade away. There is still a fairly steep cost for this process but not as much as the numerous treatments now required.
The report says that while the idea of a removable tattoo may be intriguing to some, those artists in the industry are somewhat skeptical, especially since the new dye is considerably more expensive. Jerry Lorito, vice president of the tattoo removal company, Tat2BeGone, says"I don't know anyone who would pay more for a tattoo where their thought is, 'Maybe one day I'm going to remove this.'"
According to a study reported in the Journal of American Academy of Dermatologists 36% of Americans between the ages of 18 to 29 get tattoos.
That statistic is not hard for me to believe. My favorite place to study the human race (?) is WalMart. Those of us who are really interested in the study of people owe a debt of gratitude to Sam Walden for providing not only a great commercial establishment but a place frequented by individuals of all shapes, sizes, economic status, races and looks. Next time you are there, and I know all of you go, check out the tattoos. Some sort of blue color seems to be the most prevalent. Maybe it is cheaper to get a one-color job, but I prefer a little more pizzaz when I get mine. Also, take a look at college and pro athletics, especially basketball players, because their uniforms allow them to show more skin. Again this blue color seems to be the one of choice.
It bears repeating that the problem of committment is going to rear its ugly head for some. I think I know how we are going to solve this problem, and if both partners in the relationship could agree that this thing may run into some snags down the road then we might just be able to start a new tattoo industry where the thing can be drawn on the selected body part with a semi-
permanent magic marker. When and if the bond between the two lovers seems to be getting to the breaking point, about three good showers with a strong soap should do the trick. The tatoo can always be reapplied if the relationship gets back on track.
Anyone who is interested in investing in my idea can contact me at this blog -- I really need the money.
A new tattoo dye will find its way into some tattoo parlors this fall which will be much more easily removed than the type of dye currently used. This dye has something to do with trapping dye pigments in microscopic beads coated with a safe, biodegradable plactic. I'll have to take the developer's word, Edith Mathiowitz, professor of medical science and engineering at Brown University, that this sort of thing is going to work. Understanding most chemical reactions in or on the body is a little out of my league.
For those who have the urge to get a tattoo that expresses their eternal love in a relationship and yet they feel that someday they may have regrets (three cheers for committment) they can opt for a tattoo that really doesn't have to be permanent -- makes for a great exit strategy for a partnership that goes south.
Apparently the removal process allows for the tattoo to be zapped away with a single laser treatment that is simpler and less expensive than the barrage of seven to fifteen treatments needed with the current dye. Sometimes it does require some time for the image to completely fade away. There is still a fairly steep cost for this process but not as much as the numerous treatments now required.
The report says that while the idea of a removable tattoo may be intriguing to some, those artists in the industry are somewhat skeptical, especially since the new dye is considerably more expensive. Jerry Lorito, vice president of the tattoo removal company, Tat2BeGone, says"I don't know anyone who would pay more for a tattoo where their thought is, 'Maybe one day I'm going to remove this.'"
According to a study reported in the Journal of American Academy of Dermatologists 36% of Americans between the ages of 18 to 29 get tattoos.
That statistic is not hard for me to believe. My favorite place to study the human race (?) is WalMart. Those of us who are really interested in the study of people owe a debt of gratitude to Sam Walden for providing not only a great commercial establishment but a place frequented by individuals of all shapes, sizes, economic status, races and looks. Next time you are there, and I know all of you go, check out the tattoos. Some sort of blue color seems to be the most prevalent. Maybe it is cheaper to get a one-color job, but I prefer a little more pizzaz when I get mine. Also, take a look at college and pro athletics, especially basketball players, because their uniforms allow them to show more skin. Again this blue color seems to be the one of choice.
It bears repeating that the problem of committment is going to rear its ugly head for some. I think I know how we are going to solve this problem, and if both partners in the relationship could agree that this thing may run into some snags down the road then we might just be able to start a new tattoo industry where the thing can be drawn on the selected body part with a semi-
permanent magic marker. When and if the bond between the two lovers seems to be getting to the breaking point, about three good showers with a strong soap should do the trick. The tatoo can always be reapplied if the relationship gets back on track.
Anyone who is interested in investing in my idea can contact me at this blog -- I really need the money.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Dog Poop Reveals Cash
For all of the dog-lovers out there, and I apologize in advance for any weak stomachs that may not be able to handle this. When you try to post every day, material sometimes becomes hard to find, and you find yourself grasping at any straw you may see.
Pepper, a family pet of Debbie Hulleman from Menomonie, Wisconsin, is an 8-year-old black Labrador-German shorthair who has the habit of "gnawing on lipstick, munching on shampoo bottles and chewing on toothpaste." Apparently Pepper has broadened his horizons on his choice of items for his diet.
Hulleman found herself in a real mess recently because of Pepper's new-found cravings. Her mom was roped into baby sitting the pooch while the Hullemans were on vacation. One of mom's friends came visiting and Pepper noticed one of those cash-containing envelopes from the bank in her purse and proceeded to gobble up almost $750.00
Mom recovered some of the bills that Pepper had spit out, thinking she had it all, but when Debbie got back from vacation and started cleaning up Pepper's mess outside, she keenly observed a $50.00 bill enmeshed in a pile of poop.
Then as Hulleman sorted through Pepper's deposits and vomit (hope you are not eating while reading this) she netted almost $400.00 in additional bills. Add that to what had been painstakenly recovered and that accounted for $647.00. The remaining $100.00 bill had been chewed in half and only one half was found -- not enough to redeem.
Armed with rubber gloves, of course, Hulleman sat about soaking, straining and rinsing the "soiled" (much of an understatement) bills. She says that she just kept rinsing and rinsing. The weary pet owner was able to go to the bank and swap Pepper's poop-stained cash for fresh money. Hope the teller had some rubber gloves.
According to Hulleman, "Everyone said, 'I can't believe you did that.' Well, for $400.00, yeah, I would do that." she stated.
I'm sure the Wolfes, if Maggie got the urge to go on a money diet, would dive in for $25.00 or less. Others of my handful of readers who have dogs maybe should keep a watchful eye on your canines in case they start craving a little cash.
No need for me to worry -- Floyd the cat turns his nose up at anything that isn't Purina Cat Chow.
Have a nice weekend and be sure that when you scoop it up take a good look.
Pepper, a family pet of Debbie Hulleman from Menomonie, Wisconsin, is an 8-year-old black Labrador-German shorthair who has the habit of "gnawing on lipstick, munching on shampoo bottles and chewing on toothpaste." Apparently Pepper has broadened his horizons on his choice of items for his diet.
Hulleman found herself in a real mess recently because of Pepper's new-found cravings. Her mom was roped into baby sitting the pooch while the Hullemans were on vacation. One of mom's friends came visiting and Pepper noticed one of those cash-containing envelopes from the bank in her purse and proceeded to gobble up almost $750.00
Mom recovered some of the bills that Pepper had spit out, thinking she had it all, but when Debbie got back from vacation and started cleaning up Pepper's mess outside, she keenly observed a $50.00 bill enmeshed in a pile of poop.
Then as Hulleman sorted through Pepper's deposits and vomit (hope you are not eating while reading this) she netted almost $400.00 in additional bills. Add that to what had been painstakenly recovered and that accounted for $647.00. The remaining $100.00 bill had been chewed in half and only one half was found -- not enough to redeem.
Armed with rubber gloves, of course, Hulleman sat about soaking, straining and rinsing the "soiled" (much of an understatement) bills. She says that she just kept rinsing and rinsing. The weary pet owner was able to go to the bank and swap Pepper's poop-stained cash for fresh money. Hope the teller had some rubber gloves.
According to Hulleman, "Everyone said, 'I can't believe you did that.' Well, for $400.00, yeah, I would do that." she stated.
I'm sure the Wolfes, if Maggie got the urge to go on a money diet, would dive in for $25.00 or less. Others of my handful of readers who have dogs maybe should keep a watchful eye on your canines in case they start craving a little cash.
No need for me to worry -- Floyd the cat turns his nose up at anything that isn't Purina Cat Chow.
Have a nice weekend and be sure that when you scoop it up take a good look.
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