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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 02-04-2007 11:15 AM
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Real friendship
On the farm lived a chicken and a donkey, both of whom loved to play together. One day, the two were playing when the Donkey fell into a Bog and began to sink. Scared for his life, the donkey 'hee hawed' for the chicken to go get the farmer for help! Off the chicken ran, back to the farm. Arriving at the farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, For he had gone to town with the only tractor. Running around, the chicken spied the farmer's new Z-4 series BMW. Finding the keys inside, the chicken sped off with a length of rope, hoping he still had time to save his friend's life.
Back at the bog, the donkey was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken arrive in the shiny BMW, and he managed to get a hold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him. After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer's car, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful car, rescued the donkey!
Happy and proud, the chicken drove the BMW back to the farmhouse, and the farmer was none the wiser when he returned. The friendship between the two animals was cemented: best buddies, best pals. A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit, and soon, he too, began to sink and cried out to the donkey to save his life!
The donkey thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle. Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his "thing" and he would then lift him out of the pit. The chicken got a good grip, and the donkey pulled him up and out, saving his life.
The moral of the story?
When you're hung like a donkey, you don't need a BMW to pick up chicks.
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 02-18-2007 03:54 PM
Rated G B.B.
If a dog were your teacher, you would learn stuff like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.
Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout...run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
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posted 02-19-2007 09:15 AM
Rated G
A famous art collector is walking through the city when he notices a mangy cat lapping milk from a saucer in the doorway of a store and he does a double take. He recognizes that the saucer is extremely old and very valuable, so he walks casually into the store and offers to buy the cat for two dollars.
The storeowner replies "I'm sorry, but the cat isn't for sale. The collector says, "Please, I need a hungry cat around the house to catch mice. I'll pay you twenty dollars for that cat."
The owner says "Sold," and hands over the cat.
The collector continues, "Hey, for the twenty bucks I wonder if you could throw in that old saucer. The cat's used to it and it'll save me from having to get a dish."
And the owner says, "Sorry buddy, but that's my lucky saucer. So far this week I've sold sixty-eight cats."
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
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posted 03-01-2007 02:03 PM
Rated G
When God created kitty cats, He had no recipe; He knew He wanted something sweet, As sweet as sweet could be.
He started out with sugar, Adding just a trace of spice; Then stirred in drops of morning dew,To keep them fresh and nice.
He thought cats should be soft to pet,Thus gave them coats of fur; So they could show they were content, He taught them how to purr.
He made for them long tails to wave,While strutting down the walk; Then trained them in meow-ology, So they could do cat-talk.
He made them into acrobats, And gave them grace and poise; Their wide-eyed curiosity, He took from little boys.
He put whiskers on their faces, Gave them tiny ears for caps; Then shaped their little bodies, To snugly fit on laps.
He gave them eyes as big as saucers, To look into man's soul; Then set a tolerance for mankind,As their purpose and their goal.
Benevolent ... and ... Generous, He made so many of them; Then charged, with fatherly concern, The human race to love them.
When one jumped up upon His lap, God gently stroked its head; The cat gave Him a kitty kiss, "What wondrous love," God said.
God smiled at His accomplishment, So pleased with His creation; And said,with pride,as He sat back,"At last...I've reached purr-fection!"
~Ginny Ellis
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 03-20-2007 07:13 PM
Rated G Lorraine
From the time Max was a puppy, he always hated to have a bath. As he grew, it would take the whole family, strategically placed in the house, to get him into the bathroom. Once we got him to the door, he’d put all fours on the door frame, whimpering and crying. One person would have to hold him in the tub while the other washed him.
One year I had to have surgery on my knee and I was on crutches for more than six months. That was a long time for Max to go without a bath. He was lying beside me one afternoon when the kids were in school, and I looked at him and said, "You know, Max, you just have to have a bath." He immediately got up and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. I followed. And there he was...in the tub.
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