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Dog versus Machine

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Some dogs view vacuum cleaners as the enemy, a scary and frightening beast to run from as quickly as possible. But not my Carm. My Carm views it as a rival for all the food my birds toss out of their cages. When I bring it out to sweep each morning and evening, he goes nuts trying to stay one step ahead of it so he can get to the food before the sweeper eats it. The sweeper always wins but my Carm never stops trying!

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Just a thought…

I suspect that if Jesus and Mohammed were to return to earth, the first thing they’d do is put out a tweet that simply said, “Please stop killing people and using us as the excuse.”

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**%!!$$**%%!!! mosquitoes!

There is something dramatically wrong with life when I have to wear mosquito spray to work in my office. I have screens. I have screen doors. They sneak in during the few seconds I allow for the dogs to come in and out. They sneak in and now my office walls look like a blood bath as occurred.  Bring back winter! Please, oh please, bring back winter.

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F*****G mosquitoes

I was writing to a friend, whining about the horror of this year’s mosquito crop, when I looked up at the wall above my desk and saw three of them just sitting there looking at me, quietly contemplating how much of a tasty meal I was going to make.

They are all dead now. And my dogs are hiding on their bed in fear of the crazed lady who was running around with a magazine in her hand, climbing up and down on desks, rocking chairs and other unsafe surfaces while screaming, “Die, you bastards! Die!”.

Is it almost time

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What is wrong with me?

First of all, that’s a rhetorical question so would all my family please stop trying to type a response to it.

I am speaking about how much I don’t like sunshine. I like cold. I like snow. I like gray days. I even like rainy days. But give me sunshine and I run into my house and try to hide in the darkest, coolest corner I can find.

I have a feeling that is not a normal reaction to sunlight.

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I hate to have to admit it, but this guy is one of the good ones… just don’t tell him I said so

Here’s a note one of our amazing volunteers from Bird TLC sent out. It should be noted that a lot of his expensive tools were stolen when we had the break in at Bird TLC a few weeks ago and he still is asking that his birthday gifts be donated to the organization instead of trying to recoup his personal loss. Some say he’s crazy. I say this is the kind of crazy that makes the world a little easier to live in.

From Dave Dorsey:

OK, most people know that I’m a Bird TLC volunteer. One of the things

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