That’s where hamburger comes from?

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Daddy went to the Manatee County Fair this weekend cuz he wanted to see the steer auction. He said a client had a coulpe of grandsons who raised and showed steers.  One was called Double-stuff and the other was Kayla (the steer, not the grandsons).

What’s an auction, I wanted to know.

“That’s where they sell the steers to buyers.  They have them butchered and turned into hamburger, steaks, etc.”, said Daddy.

Oh my God. You gotta be kidding! That’s where hamburger comes from?

I’m sticking to chicken. It comes from a bag.

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Chopper’s Mom had an operation

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Daddy works with Chopper’s mom.  (I didn’t have a picture of Chopper so I thought this pic appropriate.)

Anyway, Chopper is a mixed-breed according to Daddy and he lives with Bear and his Mom and Dad. Chopper’s mom was suffering with pains in her right side that increasingly grew worse.  Co-workers urged her to go to the hospital which she finally did.  Good thing too, because she had appendicitis. They operated and took it out (ouch).

Daddy says Chopper’s mom came through the operation OK and he hopes to see her back at work soon.

So, when you have a pain you better pay attention to it.  I’m sure Chopper would tell you the same, but I don’t think he has a blog.

Pooped Toy

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Pooped Raccoon

I think my toy Raccoon is too pooped to play. I seem to have that effect on my toys and even my Daddy.  I am a playoholoic.

There, I said it.  My name is Josey and I am a playaholic.  I am addicted.

They say the first step in recovery is admitting your addiction.  I say, bullpoop.  I don’t want to recover.  I want to play and I don’t care what anyone else thinks.

Soon my toy Raccoon will be all rested and ready for playtime.  I can’t wait.

Dead Duck

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I am the great “Black Hunter.”  I prowl the jungle in search of unsuspecting prey.  I smell the prey, stalk the prey, and then pounce upon it with all my might.  I struggle in a death match, knowing that only one will survive.

Who will it be?

Will I win or Lose?

It’s the survival of the fittest at its best!

Ultimately, with my keen skills, I prevail.  The prey succumbs to my prowess.

Now, it is time to relax and enjoy the spoils of victory!

Thanks for the Christmas duck!!

The Christmas Duck is Dead

Christmas Photo Doggy Style

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Christmas Doggystyle

Please allow me to woof you a Merry Christmas!!

–Love,

Josey

We did not need a dog

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Daddy read me this story and I teared up.  I think my tail actually stopped wagging for a moment.

We did not need a dog. We’re retirees, and we’d just driven from Massachusetts to our new home in Venice, Florida. We’d wrapped some cherished family heirlooms in old blankets, and had pulled them down behind us in a little U-Haul trailer.

When we were done unpacking, we headed down to Suncoast Humane Society in nearby Englewood, just to drop off the old blankets. We were not going into the shelter. We did not need a dog. Our beloved chocolate Lab had died a year ago, but right now, we did not need a dog.

But somehow we didn’t leave. We went into the shelter — just to look around. We passed big dogs, small dogs, old dogs, puppies. They were well cared for, but a shelter’s a shelter, a cage is a cage. And a cage is not a home. They were all barking — except one.

That one was a big dog, very tall and sitting silently, perfectly still. The sign said his name was Major, age two. He was black, with a magnificent bushy tail and a tan mask framing gentle brown eyes. “I like you,” Major’s eyes pleaded. “Please, please take me home with you!”

Then he stood up, picked up his only possession, a rubber porcupine, and offered it to me through the bars of his cage. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and the rest is history.

No, we didn’t need a dog — but we needed this dog. Major’s a Shepherd –Lab, or maybe Shepherd -Lab- Husky. (Maybe “Shlab?” maybe “Shlusky?”) He’s eight now, his beautiful face turning gray. He’s amazingly smart, loyal and funny — and brings us Major joy every single day. And whenever we come home, he greets us at the door — offering us his favorite toy.

Nicole Anninger
Venice, FL
for Suncoast Humane Society, of Englewood, FL

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