I GUESS I WENT TO A GOOD SCHOOL

++ GOOD SCHOOL? SO THEY TELL ME..

University of Cincinnati's Master of Architecture's Program ranked 6th. There is some pretty hefty schools in front of us though. If anyone leaves UC to go somewhere else, its always to Harvard's Graduate School of Design, Yale, MIT or Columbia. I'm not exactly sure how or where Penn falls in there. I mean I've heard a little bit about it, but I've never heard of anyone wanting to go to Penn. Not that they aren't a good school. I'm sure they are. But it just never seems to be on anyone's wish list of Graduate Architecture Schools.

Go Bearcats. ++

MEMO FROM THE DOG

++ MEMO FROM THE DOG
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Things I must remember (in order to keep my present living arrangements):

The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the
coffee table.
I will not roll my toys behind the fridge, behind the sofa or under the bed.
I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house.
I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the
house when I am about to get sick.
I will not throw up in the car.
I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like
the way they smell.
I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box; although they are
tasty, they are not food.
I will not eat any more Kleenex or napkins and then redeposit them in the
back yard after processing.
I will not chew my humans' toothbrushes and not tell them.
I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people
will think I am hemorrhaging.
When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when
it's raining outside.
We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on television.
I will not steal my Mom's underwear and dance all over the backyard with them.
The sofa is not a face towel; neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
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 will not roll around in the dirt right after getting a bath.
Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is not an acceptable way of saying
'hello.'
I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when
company is over.
The cat is not a squeaky toy; so when I play with him and he makes that
noise, it's usually not a good thing. ++

LETTER FROM THE DOG..

++ LETTER FROM THE DOG...

"Dear God,

Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one
another? Where are their priorities?

When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it the same old story?

Why are cars named for the eagle, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the
stingray, the rabbit, etc., but not ONE 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'?

If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he
still a bad dog?

If we come back as humans, is that good or bad?

More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.

When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake hands to get in?

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
Schnauzer across the street.

Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?

We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles,
horns, clickers, beepers, scent IDs, electromagnetic energy fields and
Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?

May I have my testicles back?

Signed,
The Dog"
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TIME'S A WASTING

++ "TIME IS GOD'S way of keeping things from happenning all at once." ++

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

++ HAPPY THANKSGIVING!! ++