A nice, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well cared for.
He calmly walked over to greet me. I gave him a few pats on his head. He then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep. An hour later he awoke refreshed, went to the door, and I let him out.
The next day my new furry friend was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside, lay down on his spot in the hall and slept again for about an hour. This continued off and on for many days.
Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: “I would like to find out who is the owner of this wonderful sweet dog and ask if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.”
The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar: “’He lives in a home with six children — two under the age of 3 — and he’s trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?”
Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all.
One afternoon the pastor came to call on her, and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea.
As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a pretty glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated — of all things — a condom!
When Miss Beatrice returned with tea and scones, she and the minister began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.
“Miss Beatrice,” he said, “I wonder if you would tell me about this?” pointing to the bowl.
“Oh, yes,” she replied, “Isn’t it wonderful? I was walking through the Park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet, and that it would prevent the spread of disease. And do you know I haven’t had the flu all winter?!”
This is the ugliest cat I’ve ever seen! Next thing you know, they’ll find a “black cat” with a white stripe down its back and wonder why it’s so stinky.
My how times have changed since the Leave it Beaver era. The original source of this image is unknown, but it was sent to me by the “Life Stylist” at Eye-4-Style.
