as many pics i see on here of dogs and cats--i thought a few on here might enjoy this. ya'all's posts have brought many a smile--hope this does to. God bless!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ******************************** DOG DIARY 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite! 10:30 am Got rubbed and petted! My favorite! 11:00 am - Went to the vet. Bummer. 12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite! 1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite! 5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite! 7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite! 8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with people! My favorite! 11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite! CAT DIARY Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. The bleeps! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ' allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe -- for now.

A friend sent me this its cute.. What, me worry ? Alfred E. Newman Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have alway s wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that I see in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant! . I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before ; they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set . They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lam ent ing what could have been, or worrying about what! will b e. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it) MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART! MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!

I wrote this for my bestest friend and dancin' partner, chickielady. She went n moved up ta Oklahoma. I sure do mis ya, "sis". My Friend There comes a time in every man's life When he needs a friend more than a wife. Someone who listens and gives good advice and ain't afraid to say, "That ain't right.", instead of bein' nice. I have such a friend that God sent for me. But, it wasn't at all who I thought it would be. A woman! Yep...that's what I said. If I'm lyin', I'm dyin' and I'd be layin' here dead. That just ain't quite right... That don't sound right at all... But, yet there she was...sittin' in the dancehall. Well, we started talkin' and I'll tell ya mister, I knew I had found my long lost sister. Now, I never had no sisters, you see. But, I knew right away she'd be one to me. She can embarrass me sometimes, when she tries to play cupid, but, she ain't afraid to tell me when I've done somethin' stupid. Yep...sometimes she's bull-headed and stubborn and bold. But, I wouldn't trade her for all the silver and gold. ‘Cause ya see, a true friend these days is mighty hard to find. And when it comes to a true friend, she's one of a kind. Plus, how many friends does a feller have, by chance. That he feels comfortable huggin'...or askin' to dance.

OK Dakota...here 'tis A Hundred Years Ago The songs of birds are muffled as the jets go flyin' by and the fumes from cars and buses burn my nose and both my eyes. I was born in the month of February of 1958. That might seem like a long time ago, but it was a hundred years too late. I long for peace and quiet where the cool, clear water flows. With miles and miles of open range...where fields of wildflowers grow. Where the sweet scent of jasmine mingles with the crisp, clean morning air. And the mustangs still roam free...oh, can't you see them there? I long for a time and place where a man can be a man. Where hard work and sweat are rewarded with the help of God's own hand. When this life is over, I'll ask God, "Can I go?" to the place I know that I belong... A hundred years ago.

Lawman,,if you will,,,could you please post the one you wrote about living 100 years ago,,,??,,,please,, Thank you hon,, Tammylee

ITS JUST A HORSE Its just a horse they say something that eats grass, grain and hay but they have never known the nicker when you come in the barn out of the rain in a slicker its just a horse They have never saw the newborn colt that within minutes of birth stands on wobbly legs and when you approach is ready to bolt or the soft touch of that colts nose upon your hand or fingers when you get close its just a horse They have never had a friend like a horse that in you he has complete trust of course They have never felt the head upon your shoulder when they are older and a lot bolder Its just a horse They have never felt the power as you ride like the wind on his back They have never seen his gentle ways alas and alack They have never seen him side step to put a kid back in the saddle When up on his back they became addled Its just a horse There might be better companions than a horse But to me they are hard to compare I only hope my life to share But to many Its just a horse posserider59

A Dear in the Headlights "You sure your OK to drive Tom?" "Yes, haven't had too many beers, Besides I'm not a teenager but a man of 40 years" The men all saw him stagger As he walked out to his truck But they didn't try to stop him Because they didn't give a fuck He drove out to the road His speed a little fast He came to the intersection His foot heavy on the gas He didn't see the boy Who crossed the road that night It was too late to brake He drove through the red light He thought he'd hit a deer So he didn't slow his pace He knew his wife was waiting A worried look upon her face "Have you seen our son Tom? he was walking by the lake he's been gone for three hours do something for heaven's sake" Just then Tom felt sick with dread He finally knew what he had done And later on that evening He knew he'd killed his only son. saw this poem somewhere and thought I'd post it to remind everyone who is celebrating this Memorial day to remember to be responsible and don't drink and drive.

blackened hooves, a matching mane. through the fields, he will reign. over the pastures', floors of green. look closely. only then, he will be seen. a warm and quiet, night of June. eyes that twinkle, under a full moon. the young stallion will dash, at the stroke of midnight. rearing, bucking, running, just out of spite. soon the night will be winding down. the colt will retire, upon the ground. but, the sun, will rise, yet again. and our little black colt, will have a new day to begin.

Remember I light the charcoal and unfold the chairs. I post the flag with reverence and care. I set out the dishes and check on the beans. "Let me see...have I remembered everything?" "Oh, yes.", I need to get the napkins and I need to check the meat. Then I'll make the iced tea, "I hope it's not too sweet!" So many things to remember and so many things to do! Life can be so stressful at a family barbecue. We all sit down at the table and hold hands as I say grace... Then my voice begins to crack and the tears run down my face. How could I have forgotten...at this family barbecue... The ones who've made it possible...who've died for me and you? I just got so busy, I almost forgot, you see... those who gave it all, 'cause freedom don't come free. And what about those who still serve and answer freedom's call? And their families who sacrifice so they can give their all. So, when you sit down with friends and family on this Memorial Day... Don't forget those who've kept us free...when you begin to pray. God bless our servicemembers and their families each and every day and may we never forget their sacrifices to insure our freedom in the greatest country in the world. Amen

"I Ain't Never Been a Cowboy" I ain't never been a cowboy. Now that's just a natural fact. Some say it's all just make believe. Some say it's all an act. I ain't never been a cowboy, 'cause God had other things for me to do. Like standin' up for law and order and helpin' folks like you. Since I was knee high, I've dreamt of livin' a life out on a ranch. But, with all the twists and turns in life, I just never got the chance. So, "Why the cowboy duds?", you ask and "Why the wide brimmed hat?" "Don't it seem a bit too much?" Well, let me answer that. I may always be a lawman and never know the life of bustin' broncs or pushin' cows...a hard, but simple life. But, I'm still allowed to dream of days gone by and what coulda...shoulda been. I may be a lawman on the outside, but a cowboy lives within.