DOGS MAKE ME ....

 

DOGS MAKE ME A -----

 

Dogs make me a better person. I like people who like dogs as well as we do. I like people who don’t like them also, but maybe just not as much

My first dog was named Penny and she was a mutt. We lived in Odessa Texas, my dad was in the oil field and we left that little dog sitting at the corner as we drove to Houston for my dad’s new job. I can still see her sitting there wagging her tail in hopes I would be home soon. Not going to happen. I never had a dog growing up, but my dad did. He loved Boston Terriers. Meanest little things I ever saw. They were my dad’s dogs, not mine.

From the time I first got married, I have always had a dog. Most of them have been mutts. Just pure old mutts. Several were pure bred, but it seemed as if the mutts knew they had a better life than whatever they had before and were thankful that someone was taking care of them.

Dogs are great teachers. They teach you patience and unconditional love. They don’t care if you come home late because you did come home. They don’t care if you are just driving to the post office 3 blocks away because they can hang their head out the window and it’s an adventure.

Try getting a cat to do that.

Dogs are great therapists as well. They somehow know when you are sick and need comfort. We had a friend come and stay with us for a week or so after his wife died of cancer. Both of our dogs stayed with him the entire time he was here and never left him alone. They could sense that he was sad and grieving.

Our current furry friend is a 100% mutt, part schnauzer and part poodle. I think they call them a ‘Schnoodle”. He is 24 lbs. of love. He is zero trouble and 100% pure fun and family. On Sunday when we are getting ready for church, he knows he isn’t going, and he is perfectly happy and not upset. Now that we are retired, he is our newest child. He fits in and is no trouble for  us. Rescue dogs know they have been rescued. They are very appreciative of being a part of your family, and not living on the street. When he goes too the groomer and the house is empty without him, it is a different feeling than it is when he is here with us.

If you choose to get a dog, bear in mind that you should give some consideration to the type and the conditions in which they will live. Large dogs don’t do well in small apartments. Dogs need exercise so you must have time for them. Dogs cost money, so you must take care of them. They need shots and dental care and lots of other things as well.

Studies have shown that people with pets (dogs and cats) live longer than people without them. Prisons have adopted programs to give inmates a pet to take care of and it has reduced the violence in many instances.

I started off saying that dogs make me a better person. I truthfully believe they improve the quality of our lives. Try adopting one and see for yourself.

See you next week…..Peary Perry

DOGS MAKE ME....

 

DOGS MAKE ME A -----

 

Dogs make me a better person. I like people who like dogs as well as we do. I like people who don’t like them also, but maybe just not as much

My first dog was named Penny and she was a mutt. We lived in Odessa Texas, my dad was in the oil field and we left that little dog sitting at the corner as we drove to Houston for my dad’s new job. I can still see her sitting there wagging her tail in hopes I would be home soon. Not going to happen. I never had a dog growing up, but my dad did. He loved Boston Terriers. Meanest little things I ever saw. They were my dad’s dogs, not mine.

From the time I first got married, I have always had a dog. Most of them have been mutts. Just pure old mutts. Several were pure bred, but it seemed as if the mutts knew they had a better life than whatever they had before and were thankful that someone was taking care of them.

Dogs are great teachers. They teach you patience and unconditional love. They don’t care if you come home late because you did come home. They don’t care if you are just driving to the post office 3 blocks away because they can hang their head out the window and it’s an adventure.

Try getting a cat to do that.

Dogs are great therapists as well. They somehow know when you are sick and need comfort. We had a friend come and stay with us for a week or so after his wife died of cancer. Both of our dogs stayed with him the entire time he was here and never left him alone. They could sense that he was sad and grieving.

Our current furry friend is a 100% mutt, part schnauzer and part poodle. I think they call them a ‘Schnoodle”. He is 24 lbs. of love. He is zero trouble and 100% pure fun and family. On Sunday when we are getting ready for church, he knows he isn’t going, and he is perfectly happy and not upset. Now that we are retired, he is our newest child. He fits in and is no trouble for  us. Rescue dogs know they have been rescued. They are very appreciative of being a part of your family, and not living on the street. When he goes too the groomer and the house is empty without him, it is a different feeling than it is when he is here with us.

If you choose to get a dog, bear in mind that you should give some consideration to the type and the conditions in which they will live. Large dogs don’t do well in small apartments. Dogs need exercise so you must have time for them. Dogs cost money, so you must take care of them. They need shots and dental care and lots of other things as well.

Studies have shown that people with pets (dogs and cats) live longer than people without them. Prisons have adopted programs to give inmates a pet to take care of and it has reduced the violence in many instances.

I started off saying that dogs make me a better person. I truthfully believe they improve the quality of our lives. Try adopting one and see for yourself.

See you next week…..Peary Perry

BEWARE !!!

 

BEWARE !!!!!

If you plan on getting old, save yourself and don’t read any further. It will depress you.

The largest organ in your body is your skin and at some point, in your life it begins to become your enemy. I think this is about age 10 or so. Maybe later, who knows?

Anyway, you will have to find yourself a doctor called a ‘dermatologist’ otherwise known as a ‘skin’ doctor. Mine is named Dr. Bruno Doom Jr. Just kidding, but it could be. He went to medical school in Transylvania or was it Pennsylvania. I forget.

But back to my story. Your body starts doing strange things to you for no reason at all, other than you are getting older. You will develop these waxy things that grow on you in strange place called barnacles. Dr. Doom has a medical term for them and says they aren’t harmful, but they bug me, and I want them gone.  Sometimes they just drop off on their own. You are having a wonderful dinner and your dinner companion makes a casual statement along the lines of …. “ I think some part of your forehead just fell into your soup.” Trying to find it in a bowl of vegetable soup is useless, so you move onto the next course as if nothing has happened. I suggest you ignore the comment rather than saying something like… “ I know, it happens all the time.”

You will start to have liver spots, which have nothing to do with your liver and just appear on your head, hands and any place not covered by clothing. Any part of your body that is covered by clothing seems to be immune to any age-related spots or ugly places. So, I suppose you could just start wearing a heavy-duty garbage bag over your body starting at age 10 and you might look better when you get to be 80 or so. Of course, this will probably limit your ability to enjoy dating or having dinner with someone. But you won’t have to worry about anything falling into your soup, will you?

I don’t have time to discuss warts, skin tags, bruising, moles and all of the other maladies that you can look forward to experiencing. I will discuss the phenomenon of profuse hair growing in older men’s ear and noses in a later column. There simply isn’t enough space for this in this column. How are women spared this tragedy? I need to delve into some heavy research to find the answer to this age-old question. I will tell you that there are some reports of men having hummingbird nests built into their ears. I will investigate and get back to you on this.

Dr. Doom tries to cheer me up by saying these are ‘wisdom’ spots. By now I should be able to find a cure for cancer or find the way to make nuclear fusion. I think he prevaricates about this.

All I know is that I am a happy camper if he just freezes these things off using some device that emits a -400 degree frozen spray onto the spot de jure. If I can walk out without having anything biopsied then I consider it to be good day. The word “biopsy’ comes from the Greek meaning ‘a test to see how much longer you have to live.”

As for me I think it is too late to cover myself up with a 3 mil contractor garbage bag, but for your younger readers they are on sale right now at Wal-Mart.

See you next week….Peary Perry