tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post1232095499931257529..comments2023-10-10T05:30:54.239-04:00Comments on Jo-Joe Politico: SORRY, CHARLIEJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09693381971064363612noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-69500158946732572362012-04-19T10:35:43.005-04:002012-04-19T10:35:43.005-04:00Pugs are my favorite dogs. Years ago, I bought my ...Pugs are my favorite dogs. Years ago, I bought my son a pug. He still has him. He named him Beast. He taught Beast to crawl all the way across the floor on his belly. It's funny. Beast is still alive, I think he's about 9 years old now. While my son was living with my wife and I, we bought a female Pug and named her Suzie. A couple of years ago, Suzie died suddenly. She was 4 years old. I don't know what was wrong with her, but my wife is convinced it was some kind of Liver problem.<br /><br />She was my favorite dog. We have six dogs now, none of them Pugs, but one is half Pug and Half Beagle. A Puggle.Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15633208787250567256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-69442038094286318892012-04-16T20:53:24.021-04:002012-04-16T20:53:24.021-04:00Sorry for your loss Joe. I cannot fathom a heaven...Sorry for your loss Joe. I cannot fathom a heaven without our beloved pets.Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03121530659338322937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-49386235356945458732012-04-16T17:15:32.321-04:002012-04-16T17:15:32.321-04:00Napoleon Bonaparte, on finding a dog beside the bo...Napoleon Bonaparte, on finding a dog beside the body of his dead master, licking his face and howling, on a moonlit field after a battle:<br /><br />"This soldier, I realized, must have had friends at home and in his regiment; yet he lay there deserted by all except his dog. I looked on, unmoved, at battles which decided the future of nations. Tearless, I had given orders which brought death to thousands. Yet here I was stirred, profoundly stirred, stirred to tears. And by what? By the grief of one dog."<br /><br />Perhaps it might be for the best that our pets predecease us, for the alternative is too tragic to contemplate.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-19170516076163362952012-04-16T16:21:24.686-04:002012-04-16T16:21:24.686-04:00My condolences to you and Bonnie. As usual, I hav...My condolences to you and Bonnie. As usual, I have to take issue with something you wrote. Make no mistake, Charlie was a handsome dog.Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06124629994153584904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-59629391277503005242012-04-16T13:57:48.015-04:002012-04-16T13:57:48.015-04:00oh the quote is from Mark Twainoh the quote is from Mark TwainDucky's herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14608115001116619877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-41901836174884382612012-04-16T13:56:47.345-04:002012-04-16T13:56:47.345-04:00The "advice" is concerning deportment on...The "advice" is concerning deportment on reaching the Gate which St. Peter is supposed to guard: Upon arrival do not speak to St. Peter until spoken to. It is not your place to begin. Do not begin any remark with "Say." When applying for a ticket avoid trying to make conversation. If you must talk let the weather alone. St. Peter cares not a damn for the weather. And don't ask him what time the 4:30 train goes; there aren't any trains in heaven, except through trains, and the less information you get about them the better for you. You can ask him for his autograph -- there is no harm in that -- but be careful and don't remark that it is one of the penalties of greatness. He has heard that before. Don't try to kodak him. Hell is full of people who have made that mistake. Leave your dog outside.<b> Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit you would stay out and the dog would go in. </b>Ducky's herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14608115001116619877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-28354982417290586142012-04-16T13:55:13.628-04:002012-04-16T13:55:13.628-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Ducky's herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14608115001116619877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-9530124819109651322012-04-16T12:39:45.228-04:002012-04-16T12:39:45.228-04:00A couple years have passed since we lost our last ...A couple years have passed since we lost our last much-loved pet, a cat who was a cross between a Siamese and a long-haired Angora. He was two months shy of being 22, and we got him when he was six months old. Our son was 7 at the time, and that cat became his. Thunder was like a big stuffed animal and his purr is what got him his name.<br /><br />It is a sad thing to loose a pet who has been one of the "family." I can empathize.<br /><br />But, I do have to say that you obviously were unaware of the real origin of Pugs - they are aliens. I know it is true because I saw it on "Men In Black."Glenn E. Chatfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04117405535707961903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-36357689438336659242012-04-16T12:36:32.594-04:002012-04-16T12:36:32.594-04:00I am so sorry Joe. It never gets easier. I guess s...I am so sorry Joe. It never gets easier. I guess seeing how large Charlie lived it is safe to say " no regrets"<br /><br />The first time I had to put down my most precious Chocolate Lab "Candy" I was a basket case for months. When I had to put down my most precious Scotty "Goofy" I swore I couldn't do this anymore and I am now on my most precious third dog my Scotty Mix Angus whom I always tell him is lucky he's cute.<br /><br />They are all special aren't they?Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02173702830006208833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-78803260248096686782012-04-16T12:33:57.196-04:002012-04-16T12:33:57.196-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02173702830006208833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-80854617672186379082012-04-16T10:07:21.638-04:002012-04-16T10:07:21.638-04:00George Graham Vest's "Eulogy on the Dog&q...George Graham Vest's "Eulogy on the Dog" is one of the most enduring passages of purple prose in American courtroom history (only a partial transcript has survived):<br /><br />"Gentlemen of the jury: The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.<br />Gentlemen of the jury: A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.<br />If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-77112274147155927392012-04-16T10:07:12.602-04:002012-04-16T10:07:12.602-04:00Dear Joe, I know just how you feel.
Coincidentall...Dear Joe, I know just how you feel.<br /><br />Coincidentally we just said goodbye to our pet of 20 years yesterday. <br /><br />Please see my blog.The Debonair Dudes Worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09193177091847804125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-53843828016194185422012-04-16T10:00:13.435-04:002012-04-16T10:00:13.435-04:00Sorry for your loss Joe.
We’ve sorrow enough in t...Sorry for your loss Joe.<br /><br />We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,<br />When it comes to burying Christian clay.<br />Our loves are not given, but only lent,<br />At compound interest of cent per cent.<br />Though it is not always the case, I believe,<br />That the longer we’ve kept ‘em, the more do we grieve:<br />For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,<br />A short-time loan is as bad as a long<br />So why in Heaven (before we are there!)<br />Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?<br /><br />"The Power of the Dog"<br />Rudyard KiplingAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-8746405199547793342012-04-16T08:19:59.630-04:002012-04-16T08:19:59.630-04:00Ducky: Cats, like liberals, hate me.Ducky: Cats, like liberals, hate me.Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09693381971064363612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632224842501413538.post-1292413252301218632012-04-16T07:01:10.570-04:002012-04-16T07:01:10.570-04:00I would have taken you for a cat person , Joe.
So...I would have taken you for a cat person , Joe.<br /><br />Sorry, really.<br /><br />I lost a similar pet, the great English bulldog, <i> Harry Callahan </i>.<br /><br />It was a real loss. Still miss Harry.Ducky's herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14608115001116619877noreply@blogger.com