Farewell Fargo

Today I had to say goodbye to my Fargo. When I first met him at the humane society in 2001, I had no intention on adding a 3rd dog to my home. Fargo was very shy. I kept going back to visit him and then realized that he was meant to be a member of my home. This is the first picture I took of him:
I don't know much about Fargo's back story, but I was told that he was found on a farm. The family that found him wanted to keep him because he was very gentle with their little boy. But Fargo also liked picking up chickens on the farm and carry them around. That's something that they weren't thrilled with, so he ended up at the humane society with the name of Blaze. I renamed him Fargo once I'd decided to adopt him.

Fargo and I went to dog school together and had a lot of fun. We were in a very rainy parade together:
We also went to a costume party at the dog school:
Ultimately Fargo got his Canine Good Citizen certificate. He didn't become a certified therapy dog because he decided that he'd rather have a piece of hotdog on the floor than pass the test. He always had a joy of life and a good sense of humor.
I will always miss my cowboy dog who always would sit so very close to me, whichever chair I happened to be using.
I love you very much, Fargo!

Wow!

It's been 2 years since I last posted!

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Over A Year

Wow! I haven't posted in over a year. Turbo is always hogging the computer. But here's a picture of me:

Rain & Wind

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It's been raining and windy just about all week! But I did get to go for a ride in the Durango (and before Turbo did). I got to accompany the person to buy some crickets for the gecko and some treats for us.

Here's your joke for today:

It was visiting day at the prison and the missionaries were on deck.

"My good man," said one kindly lady, "I hope that since you have come here you have had time for meditation and have decided to correct your faults."

"Yes, ma'am, I have." replied the prisoner in heartfelt tones. "Believe me, the next job I pull, I'll be wearing gloves!"

Be sure to look for Amber and me on our road show!

Birthday

The person at our house had a birthday yesterday. Turbo made her a photo gift but he didn't plan ahead and my face wasn't visible. He doesn't take criticism very well.

Anyway, here is one of the person's favorite jokes:

There were three pieces of string wandering in the desert. They were very hot and thirsty. They came upon a bar and one went in. He asked for a drink and the bartender said, "read the sign buddy we don't serve strings.'

'Oh come on just this once', the string asked again. The bartender said 'nope', so the string left. The second string figured he was a bit better looking and maybe the bartender would soften a little and let him have a drink. He went in and asked for a drink, the bartender shook his head and said 'Hey Buddy, it's just like I told your friend we don't serve strings here.' Dejected the string left the bar.

The 3rd string heard both of their stories, thought for a moment. Then he rolled himself into a knot and fluffed the edges so it was a little frayed. The third string went into the bar like this and asked for a drink.

The bartender asked, 'Hey are you a string?' The 3rd string looked down at himself and said 'Nope, I am a frayed knot!'

1936 Humor

That person in my house has a book titled "World's Best Jokes" dated 1936 edited by Lewis Copeland.

A bunch of the jokes are racially (and otherwise) offensive by today's standards. The book breaks down it's jokes into these categories: American, Yankee, Rube, Negro, Irish, Scotch, Jewish, Hobo, Drunk, Preacher, Lawyer, Doctors, etc.


Also, there's a lot of jokes that don't even make much sense to me as a 2006 dog:

"Papa, why is it that dentists call their offices dental parlors?"

"Because they are drawing-rooms, my son."

The jokes that are about a person's race or heritage are written in a vernacular that I don't have the patience to work my way through:

"I canna get ower it," a Scotch farmer remarked to his wife. "I put a twa shillin' piece in the plate at the kirk the mornin' instead o' ma usual penny."

The beadle had noticed the mistake, and in silence he allowed the farmer to miss the plate for twenty-three consecutive Sundays.

On the twenty-fourth Sunday the farmer again ignored the place, but the old beadle stretched the ladle in front of him and, in a loud, tragic whisper hoarsely said:

"Your time's up noo, Sandy."

Happy Veterans Day

I sincerely wish a Happy Veterans Day to everyone who is reading my blog. Please take a moment to think of those who are veterans.

Now on with the joke...

"Look here, waiter, is this peach or apple pie?"

"Can't you tell from the taste?"

"No, I can't."

"Well, then, what differenct does it make?!"

Thanks to Raisa!

Thank you Raisa for selecting me as the November Featured Husky Blogger. It's quite an honor!

I intend on posting more frequently this month. I apologize for my infrequent posts. It's hard to get Turbo off of the computer!

So here's a joke for you:

A woman went to a bank. She noticed there was a new face behind the window.
"Has the teller gone away to take a rest?" she asked.
"No," replied the new man, "he has gone away to avoid it!"