Weather: Cloudy day.
Gloomy here today, but the temps are cooling off for a couple of days and I am going to sit back and enjoy it. The sale for the bar is going slow but it is going. It should be done by fall sometime. Les and Shelly are eager to take over, for Becker and I it is kind of bitter sweet. On one hand it will be nice to kick back and take it easy but on the other we will miss all of you guys. I will stick around and help as long as they need me, but I won’t be there like I have been during the past winters late at night 7 days a week. Maybe I can get a few hours in on a bar stool bull shitting though.
A shaggy dog tale that makes your day
As a butcher is shooing a dog from his shop, he sees $20 and a note in the dog’s mouth, reading: “10 lamb chops, please.” Amazed, he takes the money, puts a bag of chops in the dog’s mouth, and quickly closes the shop.
The dog checks the timetable and sits on the bench.
When a bus arrives, he walks around to the front and looks at the number, then boards the bus.
The butcher follows, dumbstruck. As the bus travels out into the suburbs, the dog takes in the scenery.
After a while he stands on his back paws to push the “stop” bell, and then the butcher follows him off.
The dog runs up to a house and drops his bag on the step. He barks repeatedly.
No answer.
He goes back down the path, takes a big run, and throws himself -Whap!- against the door. He does this again & again.
No answer.
So he jumps on a wall, walks around the garden, barks repeatedly at a window, jumps off, and waits at the front door.
The butcher runs up screams at the guy: “What the hell are you doing? This dog’s a genius!”
The owner responds, “Genius, my arse. It’s the second time this week he’s forgotten his key!”
