The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

So I guess you’re not in favor of my suggestion to allow the dogs in the AH coffee shop up on the furniture?
As long as it's not my furniture (lost a leather loveseat to the Cocker Spaniel's claws) and I don't have to clean it. Also, please clean-up the dog do quickly, so no one steps in it.

(My wife still cringes at the time she went to a neighbor's house, and one dog was so excited it crapped in the foyer. The other two dogs were excitedly running around their living room and kitchen after stepping in it.)

Sigh. ... To each, his own.
 
I had a consultation with a doctor this morning, so I'm in the office early.

Damn, the morning's quiet in here.
 
On Sunday morning my medical daughter was here with her friend and her daughters when the hospital the friend's mother was at rang. They said:

"We're just putting your mother on a little oxygen."

Friend asked my daughter:

"What does that mean?"

Daughter replied:

"It isn't the oxygen, it is that they rang on a Sunday morning. If you want to see your mother before she dies, get to the hospital - NOW!"

The mother died that afternoon with her daughter by her side.
 
Dad was wise. Cleaning up the fur around the house after that seemed a never-ending chore, which my wife and daughter both avoided.
Cocker Spaniels are very popular because they don't shed, believe me, I had 3 in my house, not a dog flavored dust bunny anywhere. Now I have a dog that is 3/4 cocker, 1/4 something else and we have fur everywhere. I think your cocker was not the pure bred you expected. Not unusual with todays unscrupulous breeders.
 
Cocker Spaniels are very popular because they don't shed, believe me, I had 3 in my house, not a dog flavored dust bunny anywhere. Now I have a dog that is 3/4 cocker, 1/4 something else and we have fur everywhere. I think your cocker was not the pure bred you expected. Not unusual with todays unscrupulous breeders.
I never expected anything. It was my first wife's idea.

I grew up in dad's world, where EVERY house in our neighborhood had a doghouse out back.

Man's Best Friends were either hunting dogs or helped reduce the number of rats at the trash cans by eating all kitchen scraps. We liked our dogs, just not in the house.

But our dog drank coffee, too, ... When there were no dinner scraps leftover, mom would send me out to feed the dog with just bread and coffee.

Ahh, the good ole days.
 
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On Sunday morning my medical daughter was here with her friend and her daughters when the hospital the friend's mother was at rang. They said:

"We're just putting your mother on a little oxygen."

Friend asked my daughter:

"What does that mean?"

Daughter replied:

"It isn't the oxygen, it is that they rang on a Sunday morning. If you want to see your mother before she dies, get to the hospital - NOW!"

The mother died that afternoon with her daughter by her side.

There's a lesson there, I think.
I missed the departure of my wife by about 5 minutes, according to my
Daughter who was there.

Now then; Who's hidden the Teapot ?
 
Argh, I'm trying to close out a story arc and my readers are lobbing plot bunnies at me! I'd ignore them, but they're great story ideas that looks like fun to write.

MUST. BE. STRONG....... screw it...

It was a dark and stormy night as Josh Gravely drove toward the cabin where his wife waited. Snowflakes the size of dinner plates spiraled lazily from the sky...
 
There's a dragon in the basement, Lori's vampire numbats moping in the attic, and Nev the wallaby wandering around. I think a few well behaved doggies should fine. 😁

Quite a few years ago now, we visited the local council yard to look at a vintage car they had impounded. It was also the dog pound. Bec asked the ranger if they had any mid size dogs. She said they had a Lab cross pup and he was going the next day.
Bec said "Oh, well, if someone else is taking him..."
"No, he's going to the vet and not coming back."
We left, and ten minutes later called the ranger and said we'll take him.
The funny thing was, we couldn't pick him up until he'd been neutered. We went to the vet to pick him up. The door to the recovery door opened, he saw us and tried to leap into our arms.

I think he knew we saved his life. Turns out he was a Lab x Great Dane. 120 pounds of love. We miss him terribly.
 
Hey, we're back home with the puppy. Big thanks to everybody for your well wishes!

Meet and greet was good - lots of doggie kisses - but he got nervous as we were processing out and nipped at me. He apologized. Very friendly.

A little smaller than his progenitor, although the face and head markings and shape are surprisingly similar. I like seeing the brightness in his eyes. He tends to want to jump up on furniture but we're going to break him of that habit. Understands "no" and "off". Been following us around the house all evening; loves the back yard but lets us know when he wants back in. Bark surprised us - a very loud squeak!

Mostly Dalmatian, but coat seems Retriever-like. Shelter staff shrugged their shoulders, "Dalmatian and... gosh... who knows?"

We just agreed on a name as I was typing this: Pi314, obviously to be addressed as "Pi." This kind of naming is a family affliction, my sister has a cat named "Mu".
 
We just agreed on a name as I was typing this: Pi314, obviously to be addressed as "Pi." This kind of naming is a family affliction, my sister has a cat named "Mu".
If we named cats that way, then the little girl we have now would have been named Omega, because she's the last. We're getting old enough that a new cat might outlive us.
 
Because I like it. But I repeat myself.
Is that coffee, a story, or MrP's new dog? Inquiring minds and all that.

The evening coffee is fresh and hot for those in need.

Supper was BBQ'd sausage with Mac & Cheese.
 
Is that coffee, a story, or MrP's new dog? Inquiring minds and all that.

The evening coffee is fresh and hot for those in need.

Supper was BBQ'd sausage with Mac & Cheese.
Who knows? I was just reminded that senior women aren't important. By my son and others. I actually like myself. :)
 
Who knows? I was just reminded that senior women aren't important. By my son and others. I actually like myself. :)
As a senior man I can say no bad about senior women. I live with two of them and they are nothing but joy to me. Not to mention very important. Whoever told you that as a women, senior or otherwise that you aren't important has no idea what women are for or about.

Stick around here and you will find a bunch of people who feel that same as me.

Liking one's self is the first order of business in all things.
 
If we named cats that way, then the little girl we have now would have been named Omega, because she's the last. We're getting old enough that a new cat might outlive us.
I've always had a problem naming cats. Why name something that won't come when you call it?
I usually ended up naming them after their color or personality trait. "The brown cat's name is Brown, the cat that just ran up and bit him is Jerk, the cat you just tripped over is Doorstop..."
 
Who knows? I was just reminded that senior women aren't important. By my son and others. I actually like myself. :)
I have a suggestion on how to fix that issue, it involves duct tape and a cold basement, email me for details.
Welcome to the coffee klatch! We like you too.
 
Life is getting expensive! Started out yesterday for a doctor's appointment ... didn't make it there. My car stalled - the electronics just shut down on the highway and coasted to a stop. Fortunately, I wasn't on the expressway yet. Towed to my dealer, and they loaned me a vehicle until they found the problem. Well, problems ... it turns out. Short story version ... $5,000 in repairs for a vehicle they informed me is now valued at $4,000 if I make the repairs or valued at $0.00 if I don't. So it's twelve years old with 98,200 miles on it, dinged, and has a few bungie straps to hold down a few flappy things and on the whiney side of life like my bones ... it's gotten quite creaky.

I need an extra cup of AH coffee and a soft chair for a while to ponder its fate. I'll be driving the loaner to the doctor's office for a makeup session tomorrow ... I think the dealer is expecting the thirty-mile trip in the new car he loaned me will somehow be a factor in that decision ...
 
It's raining in Sydney: we had our annual average before the end of March and have since doubled that to 2,250 mm(88.6 inches), which is the most since records began in 1858. And most of 3 months still to go. Just stop, please.
 
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Totally in favour of dogs in the coffeehouse. I love dogs, which is why I don't have one - don't have a life where I could give a dog what it needed. Maybe when I retire.
 
There's a dragon in the basement, Lori's vampire numbats moping in the attic, and Nev the wallaby wandering around. I think a few well behaved doggies should fine. 😁

Quite a few years ago now, we visited the local council yard to look at a vintage car they had impounded. It was also the dog pound. Bec asked the ranger if they had any mid size dogs. She said they had a Lab cross pup and he was going the next day.
Bec said "Oh, well, if someone else is taking him..."
"No, he's going to the vet and not coming back."
We left, and ten minutes later called the ranger and said we'll take him.
The funny thing was, we couldn't pick him up until he'd been neutered. We went to the vet to pick him up. The door to the recovery door opened, he saw us and tried to leap into our arms.

I think he knew we saved his life. Turns out he was a Lab x Great Dane. 120 pounds of love. We miss him terribly.
but my steed stays outside, or around back in the stable - not coffeeshop broken yet, and ptobably never will be.
 
I've always had a problem naming cats. Why name something that won't come when you call it?
I usually ended up naming them after their color or personality trait. "The brown cat's name is Brown, the cat that just ran up and bit him is Jerk, the cat you just tripped over is Doorstop..."
I know that feeling.
But the kids did not take to that naming scheme.

I think it's time for a long, hot coffee.

PS. The Dragon in the basement is not permitted in the coffee lounge,
so it can hardly be reminiscent of a pet dog. . .
 
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