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8/23/08 8:28 P

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Truly and Christmas to remember. emoticon . Thanks for sharing.

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Life is short! Break the rules! Forgive quickly! Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably..And never regret anything that made you smile.

I've come to realize that the difference in success or failure is not how you look, how you dress, or how you're educated. It's how you think!

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8/23/08 12:08 A

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OMG that is so funny!

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8/22/08 10:22 P

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When kindness touches it!" - George Elliston

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8/22/08 10:14 P

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No Jasper isn't mine, but I can really relate.
I got this in E-mail from a friend.
That is 30 paragraphs I don't even use that many words. LOL

Edited by: PEBBLESGMC at: 8/22/2008 (22:13)
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A woman is like a tea bag, You never know how strong she is until she's in hot water..... Eleanor Roosevelt

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8/22/08 10:06 P

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OMG. That is hilarious (especially since it happened to someone else and not me)!! Is Jasper YOUR dog, Geneva, or did you find this story somewhere and repost it here?

First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit.

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8/22/08 6:56 P

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(For the dog owner, and those who might just need a laugh)

Jasper and the Unbaked Yeast Rolls.

We have a mutt by the name of Jasper. He came to us last
summer from the animal rescue program.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old child about whom you know nothing and committing to doing your best to be a good parent.

Like a child, this dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will
only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he can get without actually performing a French kiss on me.

Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no discipline,' I should tell
you that my husband and I tried every means to break him of this habit including locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost over $200. But I digress.

Several weeks ago we began remodeling our kitchen. Although the cost of the project is downright outrageous, it was 20 years overdue, AND it got me out of cooking Christmas dinner for family, extended family, and a lot of friends who I like more than some of our family most of the time.

I was assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Christmas feasts we had to attend.

I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked
up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole darn house
that worked, thus the assignment.

I made the decision to cook the rolls evening before and reheat them before going to the dinners. Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you can imagine the odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room to rise for 5 hours. After 3 hours, my husband and I decided to go out to eat, returning about an hour. An hour later the rolls were ready to go in the oven.

It was 8:30 PM. When I went to the living room to retrieve the
pans, much to my shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I
called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality. He
literally wobbled over to me. He looked like a combination of the
Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks were bloated.

I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of
uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK,
however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the
rest of the night.

God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick. Suffice it to say that by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white and PINK. He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night.

We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the dog out to relieve himself. Well, the dog was as drunk as a sailor on his
first leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt
and most of the time when he was walking his front half was going one direction and the other half was either dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in another direction.

He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at
the same time. When he ran down the small incline in our back yard he couldn't stop himself and ended up running into the fence.

His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I endured
another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and that he was indeed drunk.

He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol.

Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, we loaded him up and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Christmas meal of the day.

My sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute
drive). With the dinner rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the console of the car between us, we took off.

Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls,
DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were pure Old Overshoe. They would have matched or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the worst of it.

Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the entire trip to my sister's house, and thankful she didn't live any further away than she did.

Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door
locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Christmas meal of the day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone made trips to the garage to witness my drunken dog, each returning with a tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something. Of course, as the old adage goes, 'what goes in must come out' and Jasper was no exception.

Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast
rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from yours or mine.

I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave
my sister's house.

Having discovered his 'packages' on the garage floor, we loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor. This was another naive decision on our part.

The blast of water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on the floor withstood the blast from the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and cure. We finally tried to remove it with a shovel.

I (obviously no one else was going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if this wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed too.

Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him
home and dropped him off before we left for our second Christmas dinner at my husband's sister's house.

I am happy to report that as of today, the dog is back to normal both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer tri-color. None the worse for wear I presume. I am also happy to report that just this evening I found two risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door.

It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea.
Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to: 'How to clean unbaked dough from the carpet.'

And how was your day?

I am so worth this!!
Nothing tastes as good as thinner feels!!
I do random acts of kindness.

A woman is like a tea bag, You never know how strong she is until she's in hot water..... Eleanor Roosevelt

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to Dance in the rain..... Saeeda

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