Close to an obedience ring at a dog show, a terrier was tossing a small object around. Three alert dogs, a Basset Hound, a Beagle and an Afghan Hound, heard some strange cries and rescued a small creature from the terrier.
The leprechaun was grateful for the rescue and decided to grant each of the dogs one wish. The Basset thought long and hard and finally said, "I am about to go into the ring to compete and I am just not built to do the jumps. I would like to be able to jump twice as high as I can now." The leprechaun granted the wish and ZAP, the happy Basset amazed everyone by clearing every jump by at least a foot.
The Beagle was impressed. "I am pretty good at what I understand, but if I had triple my intelligence, I know I would make my owner very proud." The leprechaun granted the wish and ZAP, the Beagle passed without a mistake and even helped the judge add up the score!
The Afghan was really impressed. "There is a rumor--not true of course--that Afghans have only beauty and no brains. I would like to quadruple my intelligence."
"Wow," said the Leprechaun, "Are you sure? If I change your intelligence that much it will change your whole life. You will look at things differently, act differently, nothing will be the same. Are you sure?"
"Will I still be beautiful?" asked the Afghan.
"Yes, I can arrange that."
"Well then, grant my wish."
The Leprechaun granted the wish, and ZAP, the Afghan was turned into a corgi!!
Story by Carole McCullough
I’m not really sure what is going on with me. They tell me I’m pregnant and going to have puppies, probably this weekend, but I’m not really sure what they are talking about! I don’t even LIKE most of the puppies I’ve met!
All I know is that there is something inside of me that feels like aliens kicking my innards all over creation! I hardly get to sleep a wink!
Everyone thinks it is so cute to feel my tummy, but I’m just getting downright UNCOMFORTABLE! I can’t lay on my tummy anymore, so spend most of my time on my side or back.
I’m starving, and shove everyone out of the way hysterically when the Chicken breast jerky comes out, but Grammy won't get the hint and doesn't give me very much of it. I don’t usually want to eat the DOG FOOD they try to foist off on me. They keep trying to get me to eat just a little bit because it is supposed to have extra vitamins and minerals, but I just keep turning up my nose, until Grammy makes me some good tasting food. The problem is, that THEN she tries to put powdered vitamins in THAT!
AND, do you BELIEVE THIS…. They got a cardboard BOX and put stuff in it to make me a new bed! A BOX!!! … with newspapers, and towels and an ugly brown sheet! Do they actually expect me to sleep in a BOX?!!! I sleep on Dad’s bed, my recliner in his room, my other recliner in the front room, or Grammy’s waterbed! NOT A BOX!!!
After all THAT, they wonder why I’m grumpy!? Where’s my fuzzy…