My amazing, wonderful daughter turns 15 years old today. Happy Birthday!
The average woman in the United States lives to be 81 years old.
The average man lives to be 76 years old.
You average only 78 times to have a birthday celebration for someone. Make them count. There is nothing at all wrong with making someone feel special, even if it is only once a year.
The average cat lives to be 15 years old.
The average cat just sits around and never shares any love with anyone. I used to pet cats until I realized there wasn't any point.
The average dog lives to be 10-13 years old. Chihuahuas live much longer...up to 20 years. This could be bad news if you have one of those bitey, angry ones.
Dogs can be friendly or evil. You have to Luv them anyway. Sometimes they will even love you back.
Speaking of dogs, my father-in-law was nice enough to take care of my dog Eddie. Eddie was a springer spaniel. He was the friendliest dog ever...unless he was eating. As Eddie was eating he would growl at anyone who would dare go into the room with him. One time my father-in-law (Jerry) decided to test to see how far he could push him. He put on his welding gloves and got right up next to Eddie. Eddie growled and growled and finally gave up. Jerry claimed the spot of top dog that day. I can imagine both of them up in heaven now laughing about that day!
I will leave you today with this...make a memory with someone. Create a story that is worthwhile telling long after you are gone. It will be the best gift you can give someone!
The average woman in the United States lives to be 81 years old.
The average man lives to be 76 years old.
You average only 78 times to have a birthday celebration for someone. Make them count. There is nothing at all wrong with making someone feel special, even if it is only once a year.
The average cat lives to be 15 years old.
The average cat just sits around and never shares any love with anyone. I used to pet cats until I realized there wasn't any point.
The average dog lives to be 10-13 years old. Chihuahuas live much longer...up to 20 years. This could be bad news if you have one of those bitey, angry ones.
Speaking of dogs, my father-in-law was nice enough to take care of my dog Eddie. Eddie was a springer spaniel. He was the friendliest dog ever...unless he was eating. As Eddie was eating he would growl at anyone who would dare go into the room with him. One time my father-in-law (Jerry) decided to test to see how far he could push him. He put on his welding gloves and got right up next to Eddie. Eddie growled and growled and finally gave up. Jerry claimed the spot of top dog that day. I can imagine both of them up in heaven now laughing about that day!
I will leave you today with this...make a memory with someone. Create a story that is worthwhile telling long after you are gone. It will be the best gift you can give someone!
Ed was a strange dog--who was in love with our dog, Cubby, a black lab/Chesapeake cross female, who, although she liked Ed well enough to play with him on occasion, was not in love with him. They had their disagreements. Sometimes I'd come over and get Ed so the two of them could get 'out of Dodge' for a while and see the sights. I'd let them out of the truck and they'd run a few miles, side by side, along the gravel roads of Palmville; Cubby, trotting along leisurely with her long legs, Ed banging away with his short legs in tandem. It was an effort for him. I have pictures. Quite the sight.
ReplyDeleteWhen Jerry and Marion would go away for the summer or a few weeks of R&R we'd take care of Ed. He had to take pills most everyday; pills that I sometimes had to either shove down his throat or cut up into his food. When Ed died, Jerry found a stash of pills that Ed had squirreled away under the blankets in his bed; he hadn't swallowed them. He had spit them out when we weren't looking. The trickster! Jerry liked Ed. He was okay in my book too. Good ol' Ed.
Thanks for the addition. I had forgotten about that stash of pills!
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