I have requested readers responses from our readers in several of my previous OO Blog entries. Although one of our newest OO clients hasn't yet made a direct comment in this blog forum, she did e mail me privately with comments about this blog. She submitted a few websites that readers may find interesting to reference: Thanks to you Vickie for submitting the following

http://www.garrettspecialties.com/pet-food-cover-p-2852.html

http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=3

http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=2

And she also submitted a couple of good animal jokes:

A woman brought a very limp parrot into a veterinary clinic. As she laid her
pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the
bird's chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, "I'm so sorry,
Polly has passed away."

The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure? I mean you haven't done any
testing on him or anything. He might be in a coma or something."

The vet rolled his eyes, shrugged, turned and left the room returning in a
few moments with a beautiful black Labrador.

As the bird's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs,
put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the parrot from top
to bottom. He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet escorted the dog from the room and returned a few moments later with
a cat.

The cat jumped up and delicately sniffed the bird. The cat then sat back,
shook it's head, meowed and ran out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but, like I said, your
parrot is most definitely 100% certifiably dead." He then turned to his
computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill which he handed to the
woman.

The parrot's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "A HUNDRED AND FIFTY
DOLLARS!", she cried. "A HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS just to tell me my bird
is dead?!"

The vet shrugged, "If you'd taken my word for it, the bill would only have
been $20, but... what with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan..... it's
$150.00.

How many dogs are needed to change a light bulb?
Golden Retriever:
The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us,
and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out light bulb?

Border Collie:
Just one. And then I'll replace any wiring that's not up to code.

Dachshund:
You know I can't reach that stupid lamp!

Rottweiler:
Make me.

Labrador:
Oh, me, me!!!! Pleeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I?

Malamute:
Let the Border Collie do it. You can feed me while he's busy.

Jack Russell Terrier:
I'll just pop it in while I'm bouncing off the walls and furniture.

Poodle:
I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear and he'll do it. By the time he
finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.

Cocker Spaniel:
Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.

Doberman Pinscher:
While it's dark, I'm going to sleep on the couch.

Boxer:
Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark......

Mastiff:
Mastiffs are NOT afraid of the dark.

Chihuahua:
Yo quiero Taco Bulb.

Irish Wolfhound:
Can somebody else do it? I've got this hangover.....

Pointer:
I see it, there it is, there it is, right there....

Greyhound:
It isn't moving. Who cares?

Australian Shepherd:
First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle...

Old English Sheep Dog:
Light bulb? I'm sorry, but I don't see a light bulb?

German Shepherd:
Alright, everyone stop where you are! Who busted the light? I SAID, "STOP
WHERE YOU ARE!!!"

Hound Dog:
ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz

If dogs wrote to God:
Dear God,
Why do humans smell the flowers but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God,
When we get to heaven can we sit on your couch? Or is it the same old story?
Dear God,
Why are there cars named after all kinds of horses (mustang, pinto, colt,
bronco), and cats (jaguar, cougar, lynx, puma) birds (falcon, roadrunner,
eagle, firebird, thunderbird, sunbird, & silver hawk) and fish (stingray,
barracuda, marlin) snakes (viper, cobra), impala, rabbit, beetle, but not
ONE is named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We dogs
love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the
'Chrysler Beagle'?
Dear God,
If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he
still a bad dog?
Dear God,
We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles,
horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and
Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God,
More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God,
When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake hands to get in?
Dear God,
Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God,
Is it true that in Heaven, dining room tables have on-ramps?
Dear God,
If we come back as humans, is that good or bad?
Dear God,
Are there dogs on other planets or are we alone? I have been howling at the
moon and stars for a long time, but all I ever hear back is the beagle
across the street!
Dear God,
Let me give you a list of just some of the things I'd like you to help me
remember so I can be a good dog:
I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it. (Nor eat the tasty
morsels in the litter box after they recycle it).
I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc. just because I like the
way they smell!
The sofa is not a face towel; neither are Mom's and Dad's laps.
The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
I will not throw up in the car.
I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's
license and registration.
I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee
table.
I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house.
I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt across the
carpet.
I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when
company is over.
Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying
"hello".
The cat is not a squeaky toy; so when I play with him and he makes those
noises I will remember it's not a good thing.
Dear God,
May I have my testicles back please?

BH
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