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Love Me, Love My Dog

By lmhall | February 29, 2008

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Three Beautiful Things:

Oh yes friends, I heard it! According to the sounds in the ‘hood high-school baseball practice has started. The first hit is the sweetest. Next, we wait for The National Anthem.

Yesterday, at the undercover assignment, I ran into a familiar face: a health care professional who moonlights as a bartender at the ball park. We look forward to doing some business in a few short weeks.

Another familiar face was D, he’s an active attractive senior 70+. Champion bridge player, gets up at 5 AM to exercise, goes home and hot tubs with his HOT wife (they met on the internet), outdoors man, retired air traffic controller with a military background. And he sleeps with a poodle! He (me) thinks they are the smartest dogs EVER!

D had a lot of fun with his internet dating experience, and he said that he met a lot of beautiful women and some….not so much. He was pretty open with his parameters and would travel to meet his dates and arrive with a rose and his poodle.

Evidently age was a factor with some of the women. But one lady and he really hit off, she was a successful business woman from out of state and the relationship was progressing nicely. She approached him about spending a couple of weeks together at her place…He was game. Until she dropped the bomb.

The dog is not welcome.

Deal breaker for D.

See ya!

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2 Responses to “Love Me, Love My Dog”

  1. Jetpacks Says:
    February 29th, 2008 at 12:59 pm

    “Chink” of the bat?

    So they’re using aluminum bats. Lame. Gay. Bleh.

    Need to hear the “crack” of the bat. Wood. Heh.

    Besides, Chinese Americans get offended at the sound of aluminum bats.

  2. Lenette Says:
    February 29th, 2008 at 2:07 pm

    I debated on using that word to describe the sound, but it’s all my lame brain could come up with. That little “chink” made me feel happy and gay upon hearing it.

    I’ll be getting a little wood later in March.

    Are you one of those guys that get aroused when someone says “tool” too?

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