Things a Son-in-law shouldn't say to His Father-in-law

Son-in-law, "Have you seen my package?"

Father-in-law with puzzled look on his face, "No and I don't need to see your package."

Son-in-law, "No, not that! I order something from Amazon and it suppose to arrive today."

Father-in-law, " At least you dream big small fry."

Son-in-law, "Aggghhhh! You know what I mean."

Father-in-law with a smirk on his face, "Welcome to the family son."

(Your in-laws maybe old, but they wrote the book on being a smart ass. Oh now your part of the family. Also, your Father-in law Never Ever wants to see your package.) 

The Past

Hello old friend my Past
I fear you no more
You no longer control me
I'm here today planning my tomorrow
I sometime fear the unknown
But I know you well
I have lived you
You do not scare me anymore
I'm here ahead of you going into the future
You are there behind me
getting further behind with each day
I am not proud of my Past,but I'm not ashamed
Because of you, I have grown stronger
You are the victim, not me
because I have survived you to be here today
And you live in yesterday
On my mirror the note says,
"The Past is further behind me than it appears"
So, my old friend the Past
I leave you today once again to step into the future
Good bye Past
Hello tomorrow.

see ya,

dog gone

Dogman707

What are They Talking About????

Part I

Two guys walking out of the restroom:

First guy, "Man I didn't like how it felt in my hand. It was too large."

Second guy, "Yeah its like a hand cannon. Hard to hold."

Third guy gives them a strange look as he is going into the restroom.

Third guy says out loud. "What was that about?"

Fourth guy standing at the urinal laughing while he is looking down.

Was he laughing at what he was looking down at or the comments.

Translation: The two guys were talking about guns; different types of pistols.
Yes firearms.
Fourth guy was not laughing about what was in his hand, but the puzzlement of the third guy.

Part II

A guy walks into the office room were three other guys are at first thing in the morning.

He says to one of the guys, " Hey I saw a Viagra commercial this weekend
 that reminded my of you."

Room went dead silent.

I'm not even going to try and translate that. 

Careful what you say and be careful what you hear. It might not be what you think it is.

A Penny for Your Thought

Scraggly Santa, "You sir one penny, just one."
Frank, "No thank you not today."
Scraggly Santa, " A penny or two will certainly be good news to somebody out there."
Frank replied, "Ump, I guarantee one penny won't do any good."
Scraggly Santa, "Of course it will Frank that's why they call it change."

From Yes, Virginia - CBS Special

Third Quote

"You know you are old when you are in the shop(doctors' office) for maintenance more than your car is."

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Another Quote

"You  are old when you have more 
doctors than friends in your cell
phone's contact list."

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A Quote

"Cream is not the only thing that
floats to the top. Sometimes turds
float.

My boss congratulating me when I broke a company record.

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A Contradiction

"Love is not a feeling, but an action.

Perform an act of Love for someone and someone will feel Love"

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Rhetorical question

Man has tried to define Love. There are many definitions of Love.

The real question is.

What is your definition of Love?

Once you have answered this, you will have found Love.

See ya

dog gone

Dogman707

And Their Point??

This pass week I had three people as me a question related to my face.

          First person, "What are you up to?"
          Dog replied, "Nothing. Why?
          First person, "Your face looks like you are up to no good."

I was puzzled but oh well. I approached the second person later that day.

         Second person, "Who did you piss off now?"
         Dog replied, "No one. Why?
         Second person, "Your face looks like you pissed someone off."

I thought what the hell is it about my face? I continue my day.
I walked into another co-workers office.

     Co-worker, "Why do you have that look on your face?"
      Dog said, " I farted." (I had to say it. Its the Mad magazine's influence. You know a smart ass answer)

Co-worker's eyes got big and she looked surprised. I told her that she was the third person that day who had a comment about my face. Why were they asking about my face? She laughed as I said," I was born with it".

I'm still wondering what their point was about my face. Is it expressive? Attractive? Unattractive? Well, at least I can be thankful that I don't need an opening line to meet people. I just show my face and they ask me about it. What an ice breaker.

see ya,

dog gone

Dogman707

A Day of Giving Thanks

    Well, today is the day that we as Americans set aside for a day of thanksgiving. We turn and look at the days of this year's past. We reflect on events and things we are thankful for. For some of us, it may appear that there is nothing to be thankful for. But, there is always something to be thankful for. We just may have to dig deep and dust it off to find it. We are each individuals with our own things to be thankful for. You maybe miles from family and cannot make it home, but you can be thankful that you have family. You maybe thankful that you do not have a family. You still think that you have nothing to be thankful for. You just need to look.
     As a child I remember that I was thankful that I did not have to go to the hospital because I swallowed a penny. I had swallowed a penny one year and had to crap in a coffee can for a week to find it. I had to do this daily until the penny came out or it was time for the doctor to remove it. Also, I was thankful that since my older sister had a hand in me swallowing the penny. She was the one designated to check my turds for the penny. OK, I put the penny in my mouth on my own and I was only 5 years old. But, she gave me a big pat on the back causing me to swallow it. If my parents couldn't trust me to put the penny in my pocket and not my mouth. What made them think I could find the penny in a turd. Well that day came and I heard the clink in the can. Hooray! I passed it. Now, its big sis's turn to find it.  What a day! No doctor and big sis making an awful face and fussing at me for having to search for the penny.
        I now have something to be thankful for this year. My family has now read this and said, "Only you would or could put something about a turd into something about being thankful." They are all shaking their heads and rolling their eyes. They groan. "Only you dog." Hey, I'm dog. What can I say. I'm special.
    The point I'm trying to make is this. If someone can be thankful about finding a penny in a turd. Surely, there is something that you can be thankful for. No matter how small, you can be thankful for that one thing. I just ask you to look for it. You could be thankful that it takes more than a penny in a turd to make you thankful. Or, thankful for not being related to me. Like my family wishes about now. They are stuck with me.
   Finally, I'm thankful for my family, friends, and health. The people whose paths I have crossed this year. The time you have spent reading by blog and allowing a little bit of me enter your life for this small moment. For your views and thoughts left for me to view on your blogs. Thank you for letting me have a small glimpse of your life. It is always interesting to see other peoples view of the world.

see ya,

dog gone

Dogman707

The Bastard Child - continued

       Memphis stood up and screamed real loud. He screamed at God for allowing him to be born. He scream at Satan. He bent down toward the ground with his fist shaking at Satan and scream, "come and get me! I'll will take over!" Then, he faced grandma. Memphis screamed, "You wrinkled face whore! I will never step foot on your property as long as you are alive. You bitch! When you die, I will dance a jig on your grave. I will spit, piss, and crap on your grave. I will sing ding dong the wicked bitch is dead!" He continued to scream at her with anger and rage. Finally, he stopped and there was a long moment of silence. What could be said? The truth was revealed and everyone knew nothing could be said to change it. They walked to the car for the drive home. His mom did not say a word to him for that out burst of profanity. The drive was a silent one home. Memphis sat in the back seat of the car simmering in anger. At that moment he made a vow to himself, that the world will not see him cry. Also, he would not get overly excited or display it. For the fear of it not being true or taken away a moments notice. Memphis never stepped foot on grandmother's property again. Anytime they went to visit her, He would sit in the car. They never made him get out of the car. They let him just sit there. After a couple of years  grandmother was moved into his mother's house.
    One day at the age of 15 after a series of events in Memphis's life, he apologized to his grandmother for his actions on that day. He realized that anger and hatred would destroy him as well. She accepted but there was still a big barrier between them. Memphis was now 20 years old and was taking a trip to California and needed to pay for the tickets that day to lock in the low price. He was selling some stock that he had accumulated , but since digital transfer was not around at this time. It would be a week before he received the money for them. So, Memphis went to his mom for the money. He told her that she would be paid back as soon as the check for the stocks arrived. Well, as luck would have it. She did not have the money. She said, "ask your grandmother." He cringed at the thought. He did not want to ask her for anything. He took a deep breath and a large gulp swallowing his pride. He slowly walked into the smokey den were she sat. He explained to her what he was doing and he needed the $800 today to get the tickets. She slowly took a drag of the cigarette and replied, "alright go get my purse." She wrote Memphis the check. A week later he came back with the $800 dollars that he borrowed. He did not want to be indebted to her because he was wanting to prove that he was not worthless and no good. Well, a few years passed and grandmother had become seriously ill. She was in the hospital and Memphis came to visit. She slowly opened her eyes to see who walked into her room. Memphis says, "Hi grandma, how are you feeling?" She replied,"as good as can be expected. I reckon." They talked for awhile about everyday things. Then she asked Memphis to hold her hand. Memphis reached for her hand and she gentle grasp his hand. She squeezed it tighter and patted his hand. Then she said, "Memphis I'm so sorry on how I treated you. You are not worthless and no good. You are the only one that never wanted anything from me. And when you borrowed something you pay it back on the day you agreed to. Memphis I'm proud of you. You are a fine young man. Can you forgive me? I love you." Memphis replied, "grandma I forgave you along time ago. I love you." As he got ready to leave, grandma grabs his hand. She squeezes it firmly and says, " I love you son".
   Grandma passed away early the next morning. The last words that were spoken between Memphis and grandma was I love you. He learned that you have to go the distance. He learn that it does not matter what someone thinks. As long as you know the truth and are comfortable with it. With time all things will get answered. He finally heard the words he wanted to hear. He needed to hear. Memphis finally found some peace.

PS. This is the condense version. I felt maybe it was getting too long for a blog. Who knows maybe I will visit with Memphis again.
 
See ya,

dog gone

Dogman707

A Quote

"Your Spirit knows no boundaries"

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Observations by Dogman707

     Well, I decided to have a little intermission  between chapters about Memphis. Early this morning I was driving by an old pecan orchard near the county penal farm. There was about a dozen people looking for pecans and gathering them as they found a good pecan. If you had the privilege of living in a big city that has a lot trees, you will know that squirrels are plentiful. As a child, we had two pecan trees in our backyard. It was the kids' job to gather all the pecans that they can before the squirrels got them. It was during these chores of gathering that I made this observation. You know the old saying birds of a feather flock together. It basically means that people tend to hang around with people of like mind. Well, my observation evolved and developed during one of this collecting of the pecans. I have determined that people need to be like squirrels. The city squirrels  were quick and smart. It was hard for us to find the good pecans. The squirrels had already picked the good ones. We would find a whole pecan and crack it open. It was rotten. Over half of the pecans that had fallen on the ground were bad. The squirrels had already culled through the pecans and collected the good ones. I wondered how did the squirrels know which was the good ones and which was the rotten ones. I pondered that thought and then I thought of how we select our friends. We need to be like squirrels and collect all the good nuts (friends) that we can. I got to say I have a rather good collection of nuts to help me in life. I will continue to look for and gather more good nuts as I travel through life. I will continue to store and rely on these good nuts when things get tough. You can never have enough. So, think like a squirrel and collect all the good nuts you can.

See ya,

dog gone

Dogman707

The Bastard Child - Chapter 2

   Well, it has been a few months after Memphis's parent divorced. Memphis and his little sister go and visit their grandmother. Their grandmother was a heavy smoker. She would smoke Old Gold, Pall Mall, Lucky Strike, or Camels unfiltered. The house would get real smokey and on this day it was a nice sunny day. So, Memphis and his little sister decided to play outside. Grandmother owned several acres of land. Grandpa had several old Chevy's on the property. They were old and rusty with broken windows with weeds and trees growing out of them. Memphis and his little sister Cathy went exploring the property. There was a house full of old pinball machines. The mechanical ones and a few electric but not many of those. As, they played and explored. They found the old cars. The doors were hard to open with all the dents and rust. It was hard for small kids to open, but they got some open. Some of the floor boards of the cars were rusted all the way through. You could see the ground and small saplings sprouting up into the car. Field rats have been living in some of them. The evidence of rat turds were plentiful in some cars. Well, they played in and on the cars pretending to drive and wash the cars. Memphis and Cathy started throwing rocks in the air and at the trees. Then, they started throwing them at the cracked windows of some of the cars. They busted out a couple of the small side widows of a car. Grandma appeared out of no where and screamed "What are you doing?" Memphis and Cathy jumped out of their skins and their eyes open wide like a mason jar lid. She grabbed them firmly by their arms and dragged them to the front yard. She broke a large wisp off a willow tree to make a switch to spank them with. She had the switch in her right hand and was hollering at them both. As she was screaming at them, Cathy with her head down slowly moved to Grandma's side. She hugged Grandma's left leg and Grandma started to stroke Cathy's long hair as she continued to lash out at Memphis. He stood there with tears building up in his green eyes as Grandma gave him the verbal  beat down. Memphis could not understand why he was getting the punishment. They both committed the same crime, but he was getting punished.Confused because they both were guilty of the crime. Then, his mother appeared and stood by Cathy. Grandma was screaming loud and clear.  She started telling him that he was worthless. She screamed, "Memphis you are no good, you are worthless and will amount to nothing! You are nothing but trouble and always will be. You are a Bastard Child! You are the reason your mother got divorced! You were the cause of it! Nobody wants you!" This moment Memphis learned that life can be hell. Everything froze for Memphis when she spoke those words. She is still screaming at him as the tears froze on his cheeks in the middle of a Tennessee summer. She has ripped his heart from his chest and with each word spoken. It was like she was crushing his heart in her hand. He stood there daze watching her shake her fist at him violently and her face red with anger and hatred. She was like a rabid hyena on the Serengeti devouring her pray. His spirit was thrashed about and shaken like a sail in a hurricane. With each and every word, Memphis watched her squeeze his blood, soul, and spirit out of his heart.There it was his soul and spirit dripping to the dust below their feet. Her fist shaking in anger and her words shredding his soul as she squeezed his heart like a tomato. He look at his mom and she said nothing to ease or stop this attack on her son, the cat. No one was coming to his rescue. He was all alone. Memphis realized that the Bastard Child that was spoken in whispers in his presence was him. No wonder, he felt connected to this person. He always had a feeling. Now it was confirmed. His grandma scream the words and no one denied it. The silence was deafening and the expression on his sister's and mom's face. They were blank and cold. It was like the cameramen watching the hyena attacking a helpless buck. They will not intervene and alter the course of nature. Only the strong will survive. The young buck will be consumed because of nature. He did not belong and was the weak one. The misfit of the herd. If you know anything about the south, you will know its the bible belt of the nation. In the 70's, the churches were very primitive and narrow in their thinking. Memphis learned from church that bastards are not welcomed in Heaven. His relatives always spoke of how bastards will not inherit a place in Heaven. Memphis thought how can God bring this on an innocent child. This child has not committed any crimes or sins. He was a result of two  so called adults coming together. Even if this was a result of a sinful connection. Why should someone innocent be punish for wanting to live. He wants to dream and enjoy life. He wants to laugh, love, and to be loved. But because of this belief, he was doomed to eternal damnation. At that moment, Memphis realized that none of that was in his future. He was destine for eternal torture and damnation. His soul, spirit, blood and desire to live was squeezed out of him. Grandma revealed it to him with the precision of an atomic bomb. She made sure nothing survived and that it would be scattered  into the wind. Memphis's legs gave way and he was falling to the ground like an inflatable Santa when the fan is shut down. As Memphis was crashing to the ground, he looked into their eyes and there were no tears. He was at this moment all alone. The sun has gone dark and he was numb. The hope, love, and dreams were no more. He had nothing more to lose. Everything was strip from him. With his knees almost too the ground, Memphis stopped. Something snapped! He clinched his fists and scream a blood curdling scream. He was angry with God for allowing him to be born and destine to hell. He was angry with the devil. He arose from the free fall and with clinched fist thrusting into the air.He had nothing to lose. He was at the deepest point in his life. His family did not want him or God did not desire him. He was declaring a war on everyone and everything.

(to be continued)

See ya,

dog gone

Dogman707

If this song was around at this time, it would sum up how Memphis felt that day.

The Beginning and the Hug-Chapter 1

     (Note: This story is a result of a conversation at our cookout. The one that is a writer of the bunch was talking about school. The writer was having trouble writing about father figures in her stories. The instructor was asking "why?" The father sometimes comes across as a Mr. Spock from Star Trek. This writer knows the father is not like that all the time, but at moments when others would be distressed or overjoyed. Pivotal moments when others emotions would flow freely. He refrained from expressing overly emotions. This story may answer some of those questions that were brought forth.)

      The sound of water splashing near him. His eyes are unable to focus. All he sees is white and brown blurry images. He is not sure if he is facing up or down. The only thing he is sure of is the pressure that is pushing hard all around him, the temperature is getting colder and the world is getting noisier. He is struggling and fighting for survival. Then, he hears voices and noises getting real loud. One woman is screaming as the pressure on him is increasing while another is calling for a doctor. Suddenly, he feels himself being shaken about and moving. The movement stopped momentarily. A bright light was shining on him and he felt some gloved hands on his head. A violent crushing force was pushing him and a pulling force at his head. Finally, the pressure was gone. Something soft was around him and it was getting warmer. He was gasping for air and he lets out a cry. With his head swaying side to side and his eyes are still unable to focus. He knows others are around. He tries to orientate himself in their direction They start to laugh and celebrate. Memphis is brought into this world on this summer day of 1960.
     Memphis starts his entrance to the world on the toilet. His mother was given an enema before the birth of her son to prep for the delivery, but he was ready to come into the world. It is here he learned his first lesson. The world is full of crap and will not hesitate to crap on you. His mother was honest with Memphis and taught him to be prepared for what is waiting beyond her arms. She jokingly calls him, " her favorite turd". Memphis excepts his entrance into this world and only looks up because how much lower can you go than the sewage. As Memphis grows up, he hears whispers about someone called "The Bastard Child". He never thought about who this child was, but he had a strange feeling. He felt like he knew this child. He had this feeling of connection with the one they spoke of. He didn't really worry about it, but always felt his presence as the adults whispered among themselves. Memphis has brown hair, a dimpled chin, and green eyes. His mom called him her cat because of his eyes. Memphis was one of five children in this family. The house was a three bedroom. So, the rooms had to be shared. He never thought about it until later in life. His dad and older brother shared a room.  His sisters shared the second bedroom.Memphis and his mom shared the final room. Was it because Memphis was a bed wetter and older brother didn't like it? This was the sleeping arrangement till he was six. He remembers hearing mom and dad arguing late at night. It got loud and heated some nights. Memphis would pretend to be asleep. Mom would close the bedroom door and lock it. She would slide into bed and gently pull Memphis close to her. She would gently cry as she stroked Memphis's hair. Her tears would gently trickle down onto his neck or sometime his cheek. He would gentle weep and wonder why mom was crying until they both whimpered to sleep. Sometimes he would act like he was just awaken and snuggle against her during those moments and listen to her heart beat. He would then hum or sing a little song, or ask a question to distract her from her pain. They would talk as she hugged him or ran her fingers through his hair. She would give him a gentle smile. She would smile saying, "my cat" and thank him for bringing a smile to her face. She knew he would be there for her.
      The year was 1972 when Memphis's world would explode before him. Like debris in a tornado, his life would be tossed and thrown upside down. On this day, he was in the front yard. His mom pulled up in her white "72" SS Impala with a black vinyl roof. She gets out of the car. Her hair is up in the beehive like style. The style for the era. She had a black dress with a red belt, red shoes, a red purse, and red lipstick on. This image is burned into Memphis's mind like picture to a negative. Memphis had a sense that something was about to happen. Something bad. She knelt down and called for Memphis. He ran to her open arms. His mom hugged him tight and tired not to cry. She told Memphis that she cannot come home again and that she would have to find another place to sleep from now on. The hug seem to last an eternity and a firm one at that. Suddenly, she stood up and wiped the tears from her face. She hurriedly walked to her car and said, "I love you". Memphis stood there as tears rolled down his cheeks watching that white Chevy fade into the distance. He stayed in the front yard till sunset hoping she would return. He sat on the front porch under the shade of the oak tree, listening to the traffic pass by, and waiting for the Chevy to pull into the drive. He played with the acorns that had fallen from the towering oak tree. They had fallen like his heart to the ground. He hoped as hard as he could that this was a nightmare and it never happen. As the street lights came on, he slowly walked into the house looking over each shoulder with every step until the door slowly closed. Before he retreated to his bedroom. He would move the window curtain on the door peeking out to the driveway, pausing for a moment and hoping that the white car was there in the drive. She never return to the house, but she did return to his life once things settled down.

(to be continued)

see ya,

Dog gone,

Dogman707

A Life Lesson.

It was June summer of "76" and I was working at the car wash. I was stationed at the drop off were the cars are loaded on the line to enter the wash. Today, I was on the passenger side vacuuming the cars and washing the floor mats. The weekends were the busiest times at the car wash. In the early morning you would get the older people, who have already completed their daily chores and are ready to relax. The late afternoon was busy with teenagers and college students. They were trying to remove the smell of pot and alcohol from their parents car that they borrowed for the day. Sometime it was the same car that their parents had brought early that morning to the wash. They have been spending the day at the park working on their tans, partying and trying to score a date for the night. On this particular day, it was crowded. People were line up, leaning on the wall, and watching us clean their cars. Well, there it was a Mercedes-Benz 450SL hard top convertible and the driver a young female college student. Well, needless to say that caught a 16 year old boy's attention. As you know, the hormones of a young man are just starting to kick in. This amazing thought came into my head. Here she was this bronzed beauty and I was going to make my move. She had golden blonde hair, blue eyes, and some curves a Ferrari would dream of handling. As I opened the door, the smell of pot and beer weaved out the open door. Those tan legs slowly glide out of the car and her hair gentle falls  out of its loose ponytail. It  was poetry in motion as I watch her slither out of the car and stand up. She was wearing short white shorts and a brown halter top that clinged ever so closely to the curve of her body. I was struggling to get the nozzle off the vacuum cleaner's hose to clean the blunts and cigarette butts out of the car's ashtray. I was not paying attention to exactly what I was doing. I was fixed on this beautiful young girl. I was planning my move from the minor league to the major league. Here I was going to the big league and catch a date with a college girl. You know the saying "Go big or Go home."  I was going  to the big league. Suddenly, the nozzle comes off! And the hose latched to my chin. With its tremendous force, it had a death grip of my chin. I was fighting that hose like it was an anaconda with a death hold of me. Everyone! Yes Everyone and I mean "The Girl" saw my fight with this beast. The struggle seem to last an eternity, but I final pried this monster from my chin. People were laughing, but all the blonde beauty did was give me a slight smile and a wink as she swayed ever so smoothly swayed into the building. That beast sucked the dimple out of my chin. Now, I had a Jay Leno chin that glowed red. Me and Rudolph could have guided Santa's sleigh through the foggiest night. It was a good thing my mouth was closed and my tongue in my mouth. The anaconda would have sucked it out of my mouth. This was the longest ninety minutes waiting for my shift to end. An old man that saw me lose the fight with the hose and he asked, "Hey son what's with the chin?" He laughed out loud as he shook his head. He said, "better luck next time". Every customer after that had grin on their face and a comment" After about the eighteenth customer I though to myself, "Why  didn't I go home ". I spent the next week at school explaining why my chin was red like a giant hickey. And almost as long for it to return to its normal shape. The bronzed beauty came back to car wash weekly till fall. She always gave me a hello and a smile. Did I try again? Or did I except defeat? Well, they say, If you first don't succeed try try, try again." Or, "if its too hot in the kitchen to get out". My friend I will let you ponder that thought. Let it simmer in your mind, "Did I try again or did I except defeat?" I will tell you there is never defeat just lessons in Life. Did I learn anything? Yes, I did. That is you never know until you try. Even if you stumble, fall or its a total disaster. You may have found something that does not work or that's not the path for you. But you can still achieve your goals even if there is some changes along the way. Even a turtle has to stick his neck out to get across the road.

See ya,

Dog gone,

Dogman707

Life's a Stage

As I sit here on the patio with the Banana tree branches hanging over me, I'm facing toward the horizon of the rising sun. I face this direction to watch the sunrise as it turns the page to a new day. A new day for me to star in. The crickets are chirping their lullaby before they go to sleep for the day. An Orb Weaver spider is consuming her web as she takes it down for the day and heads to bed. The sun is slowly peeking above the homes and trees as she rises to bath me in her warmth. The smell of bacon being cooked by someone preparing for the day. The smell of the dryer sheets swaying in the morning breeze as someone starts the dryer for clean clothes to begin their performance. Someone once asked me, "Why do you like the early morning so much". I replied, " Its like starting with a  fresh new sheet of paper to write my story". Its starting over, correcting a mistake from the day before or moving ahead with your dreams. Its a new chance to start over again or redirect your life. I now hear the soft coo of the doves as the squirrels scurry along the fence and the branches of the trees above. A robin sings me a song welcoming the new day. The rumble of the traffic slowly picks up on the highway nearby. The sounds of the automobiles grows louder as the sun rises like it is the volume control for the day. I have reflected on the day before and now as the sun rises I ponder what is in store for me today. What will I write on this new page of my life? Who will I meet? Where will I go? You see my friend we are the stars. We are the performers and directors of our lives. Oh, my friend. People will try to direct us, but it is ultimately your choice. You get to select the supporting cast, location, and direction your story goes. Your story may take you to places were you are alone or feel like an outcast. This can add more depth or a new direction in the story as you study the situation. This is an opportunity to expand ones knowledge and understanding. This could be the spices to the banquet of life. Oh, my friend there could be those moment of loneliness. I will tell you now. Me and loneliness have an understanding. He can come and visit me, but he cannot stay permanently. He will have to find his own place to stay. You see loneliness can be a time to reflect and listen for the whisper. My friend no matter where we go, who we meet,or what we do in life. You are the star on the stage. The sun is shining on you. We only play parts in this story of yours. You decide the direction of the story. You have a new page unfolding before you to write on. Well, my friend the sun is getting higher in the sky, The darkness is fading like a curtain rising before a play. The sun is growing brighter like a stage light. The traffic noise, the children's laughter, the bird's chirping are increasing like an audience cheering that the show is about to begin. As I look in my glass swirling the last of my morning drink, I stop and raise my glass to you. "Cheers my friend here is to Love and Hope. Lets' change a Life" It is now "Showtime".

See ya,

Dog gone

Dogman707

Puppy Prophecies

Some people believe that the future cannot be foretold. I'm here to tell you it can. Ever since that little pup arrived in my life.It has foretold my future. Yes, the cute pup in the upper left corner of this blog. As you are aware of all pups most be housebroken. The most necessary training for a dog before they become an indoor friend. It was during this training period that I learned about puppy prophecies. Oh Boy!, did I learn.This educational experience begin for me early one morning. I learned that this pup can tell the future. How could something so small hold so much knowledge is beyond my understanding. She is able to forecast how my days will be. She had been doing great in her training. I was proud of this young pup. Then she began training me. As I stumbled out of bed with my eyes barely opening, three paces from the bed the revelation begins. I felt this strange warm, moist, and squishy sensation between my toes. Agghhhh! The pup left me a surprise. No problem this was her first accident. Or was it a accident? I casually clean the little present up and proceed getting ready for work. I left for work with the radio on in the car and jamming to the music. You know getting pumped up for the day. I walk to the door of the office and the prophecy began to unfold. I reached for my wallet with my company id card in it to get into the building. My wallet was not in my pocket. I went and searched the car. No luck. I must have left it at home. So, instead of traveling 20 miles one way to get it. I decided to wait for someone to let me in. Finally, I got in the building and went to my desk. The phone was ringing and my email box was full of emails. I answered the phone. It was a customer with a problem. I quickly solved his problem. The first email I opened another customer with a problem.Well, as you can see how this day is going to unfold. Yes, that little pile of crap I stepped into foretold my day. I stepped right in and the prophecy begin. If I had known, I would have stayed in bed. It was a problem filled day. They were little problems and I survived. From this day forward anytime a little present was left for me to step in, I know now how the day is going to be. Thankfully, she is a little dog. This means little problems. Right? I have three dogs in this household. They are small, medium, and large dogs. The brains of this outfit is the small one. This sneaky little pup taught the large dog about the gifts of prophecies. Who knew that this gift can be passed on and taught? I know now. Well, this lesson unfolded or should I say exploded on me Wednesday morning. I stumbled to the bathroom and then down the hall. Once, in the great room I smelled something. I slowly open my eyes, "Holy Smoke!". My eyes popped out of my head. What happened here?. How can a 50 pound dog hold a 100 pounds of stuff? The large dog, Tear was sick she had thrown up everything she has eaten for a month. As I proceed to round up cleaning supplies, there on the kitchen floor. Noooo! Noooo! There it was the Alps in my kitchen on the floor. Evidently, she had a blow-out from the backside. How on God's green earth can a dog her size hold 5 times her size? There should not have been anything left of this dog. She let it all out on my floors. Thank goodness that I don't have carpets. I gagged, coughed, and cleaned this disaster up. The whole time that I was cleaning this up. I was thinking, I'm so glad that Tear does not have the gift of prophecy. That statement there shows you how little I know. Once at work, the prophecy began to unfold rapidly. So, for the next three days it was one disaster after another. Three days of relentless problems and no time to catch my breath. Somehow, I survived three days of continuous disasters.

In closing, what have I learned. I learned that prophecy is still around. That prophecy can be taught and learned under the right conditions. Also, I learned that the size of the pile determines the size of the disasters waiting for you. I learned that if I awaken to these presents. I will slowly step backwards and crawl back into bed. My day will begin and end on that note. Maybe, the prophecy is for those who find it. I might try that and see if I can dodge the bullet. You know share the love with others. Why should I be the only one to enjoy this experience. Frank Zappa once sang about don't eat the yellow snow. Well I'm telling you to beware of little presents your pups leave you on the floor. That may be a sign of your day to come.

Here is a little diddy to get you through the tough times. Its an  old one.

See you,

Dog gone
Dogman707

Life Changes, but Love & Hope are one

When I started this blog, my intent was to freestyle. Like an autumn leaf that has fallen into a stream. I float through gentle waters full of calmness. Then the currents pick up and I tumble over rocks with the water swiftly moving me along. The waters are calm again. As I round the bend, I'm caught in a whirlpool. I swirl around for what seems like an eternity not knowing which way I will go. This is how Life is. I have moments of peace and calm. Then I'm rushed through the day, week, month, or year. Next, everything is calm again. But, then I turn a corner in my Life. Everything is swirling around me. Did I make the right choice? Where would it lead? The one thing that is true. That Love & Hope are one.

When Love is planted, Hope will bloom.
When Hope is given, Love will grow.
They both must be given.
No man can take them unless they are given.
Love and Hope are in every human.
Each of us must decide when and how we share them.
They can only be quenched if we quench them ourselves.
Love and Hope are the one thing we can control.
Life may change around us,but with Love and Hope.
We may change Life.
So, go forth and change Life with Love and Hope.
For each of us possess Love and Hope.

In closing, we travel through Life like a leaf in a stream. The waters of Life can be calm and peaceful for moments. The waters can tumble you rapidly through the currents with no sense of control. Then there is calmness once again. As you round the bend of Life, you are caught in whirlpools. You are spinning around and around. You wonder if you have made the right choice. When and where will you come out of this whirlpool. Remember Love and Hope are one. You possess and control Love and Hope. You can share them or quench them. Love and Hope will change Life.

See ya,

Dog gone,

Dogman707

The song below is about changes. It may relate a little to the story. I just like the song so I added.

Whisper

This the definition of whisper from the dictionary

whis·per  (hw s p r, w s -) n. 1. Soft speech produced without full voice. 2. Something uttered very softly. 3. A secretly or surreptitiously expressed belief, rumor, or hint: whispers of scandal. 4. A low rustling sound: the whisper of wind in the pines. v. whis·pered, whis·per·ing, whis·pers v.intr. 1. To speak softly. 2. To speak quietly and privately, as by way of gossip, slander, or intrigue. 3. To make a soft rustling sound. v.tr. 1. To utter very softly. 2. To say or tell privately or secretly

This is where I developed my definition of whisper.
I developed my definition of whisper from the bible. It is from I Kings 19 verses 11-12

11 The LORD said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by.” Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.

A powerful wind shattering rocks pass by Elijah,but God wasn't there. Next, the earthquake and he still wasn't there. Finally, the fire and no God. Here was God showing his power and might to his child. But it was a whisper calling his child.

It was here I realized that God with all his power and strength. He is gentle. When trouble/problems arise and you have no control. Fear, angry, or sadness is over whelming you. When the world is crashing down on you and it appears you are about to cash your chips in.It looks like the road has come to an end for you and  it appears your losing everything. You got to listen for the whisper. That is the hardest part waiting for the whisper.

 A whisper is soft, gentle, soothing and peaceful. Like a gentle kiss on a sleeping baby's cheek or your lovers cheek as they dream. It caresses your skin or your soul like a gentle wind. Its cool water on a hot summer day. Its the gentle,sweet smell of a perfume or cologne that your love is wearing. It brings peace to your soul.

I have different categories or levels for whispers:

1st) Whisper: It is like a road sign or directional sign that guides you in the direction that you need to go.You could be angry or sad about something. This whisper would let you know things will be OK or how to solve the problem.

2nd) A Whisper that is an Idea. This could be like over coming writer's block or a method to improve something, This is the inspiration. Many artist have used this to inspire their song writing, poetry, or painting.

3rd) The whisper that is like amber from a fire that is smoldering and waiting to be stoked. It stays with you for awhile to lift you to new heights. Or to provide prolong comfort. This one will become a flame at the proper time.

4th) Finally, the Muse whisper. This whisper is with you for a very long time. Maybe if you are lucky this one will be with you for a lifetime. This muse will appear, but you have to be alert and attentive. Even though this whisper is your muse, you must cherish it. As it inspires you, it has needs that you must be aware of. It must be fed and nourished or it may leave. You both will be each others strength. When you have found this whisper, you have found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You have been blessed.

In closing, have you heard the whisper? Have you been listening? Have you been blessed by a whisper? My friend you take care and listen for the whisper. It is waiting to be heard by you.

Since Good bye sounds permanent, I will say, "See you my friend" as we travel this road called life.

Dogman707

Introduction

Hello World,
Welcome to Dogman707's doghouse. I started this blog cause my neighbors complained about my barking. Well, I found a place that I can bark and not worry about a shoe being thrown at me. I found this nice little section of the Internet. I walked around and counted my paces.Once my little section was measured. I did what any dog worth his bark does. I marked off my little area as all dog's do and claim this little section of the Internet. Feel free to come in and browse. No Shoes Allow. I promise I will not leave any presents for you to step in. (Eyes dart to the left and right. A sly little grin comes on my face.) Well maybe. Hey I'm a dog,that is what we do. One purpose of this blog is to share my thoughts or ideas  that run through my head.. If anyone is interested. Finally, there are some young pups out there that need motivation. They are an artistic bunch. Nothing gets young pups going more than an old dog that makes it look it easy or just showing them that an old fart can do it. Or just plain doing something a young one should be doing better.Now, for a little information about me.

Where/how did the name Dogman707 come about? It is name I have used in my early gaming days. You know around the time of windows 3.1. Hey! That is not that long ago. It was just yesterday. OK, I'll give you that. It was a few years ago. What! You want me to say the day of the Dinosaurs! Alright, they are a day older than me. Enough about age. It is from the movie "The Last of Dogmen". They were Cheyenne warriors that traveled with wild dogs behind the tribe. They were the protectors. The watchmen for the tribe to be sure no one is following. The 707 comes from a Steve Miller song "Jetliner". The line "As I get on the 707". The movie is about staying with the tribe and the song is about leaving chasing your dreams. Its play on words/decisions. Things that we  as people must decide which road to take. The comforts of home and then fear of the unknown. Some of my old gaming buddies believe that there is another meaning. I'm not quite sure exactly what they thought. Since, I faded away from the gaming world. I miss their forums where we could just shoot the breeze about different subjects. Subjects such as music, life, religion,sports, movies,books, and game stuff.

I will use songs, stories, pictures, or comments that I hear as a basis for my blog. You can feel free to leave comments or thoughts. Who knows maybe I can use it for inspiration. I'm just free styling. Most likely, I will not stay on one subject. I just want a place people can come for visit. So, feel free to roam around, sit a spell, and leave a comment.

Hold on young pups! Don't you leave yet. The steps are creaking and popping as I shuffle down to the basement. You hear a bunch of locks unlocking. The door creeps opening with a slight moan. I get a big smile on my face. The Vault is open. Now, the sweet stuff before the blog begins. After I flipped the switch, lights are humming and begin glowing to life. Cough! Cough! Whew the dust is stirred up. The room has not been opened in years. The war room. Yoo! Hoo! Oh man! Sweet the boxes filled with vinyl and 8 track tapes. Yes! "Here she is the beast". The Kenwood stereo with turntable and 8 track tape player. Who needs Dolby 7.1 when you have quadraphonic sound coming from (4) 52" tall speaker boxes filled with (3) 15" speakers. The tweeters and bass are strategically placed in the room. The strobe lights and black lights are working. The posters are hanging on the walls. Low an behold the survival guide of every American boy during my teenage years. Mad magazines and Mad paper back books. I place an 8 track tape of Edgar Winter's with "Frankenstein" cued up. I fall back in the recliner and raise the volume.  I lean back, place my hands behind my head and smile ever so gently. The music fills the room. My body and spirit are lifted with the sweet sound of music. How sweet it is! Let the games begin!


Dogman707