Happy St. Patrick's Day to my fellow Irishmen and Irish wannabes. Here's a picture of Ben, the most Irish of all my children because he had red hair when he was born, with cucumbers on his eyes after a long day at church. If you're not Mormon then you have NO IDEA how much time we spend there. It's a lot. We love it. But when we come home we know how to relax.
KSL.com. I don't really even want another dog (there's not enough hate in my heart, I don't think) but it is fascinating to see how people tackle the ultimate rhetorical challenge of trying to sell their dog while at the same time explaining why they don't want it anymore. I can't get enough of it. Some people are simply honest: "My wife is not turning out to be a dog-person" or "My husband will kill me when he sees that I've posted Jack!" Many people reveal personal details about their life: "Taking care of this dog costs more than I thought it would and I can't afford it." And there are almost always tales of dramatic adventure: "Being deployed in 2 days. Dog must go!" Some read like a badly written depression-era memoir: "Lost house. No room in trailer for dog." Some people post really long, emotional stories about their divorces. It's a scene, man. You should read it. I would be embarrassed if you knew how much time I spend reading it. Check out the "Free Pets" section too. That's where you'll find the people with the most heart.
I hope you enjoy St. Patrick's day and may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead (or in my dog's case, stricken with conjunctivitis)!