WARNING!

Due to the rasing frequency of human-bear encounters, the B.C. Fish and Wildlife Branch is advising hikers, hunters, fishermen, and any persons that use the out-of-doors in a recreational or work related function to take extra precautions while in the field.

We advise the outdoorsman to wear little noisy bells on clothing so as to give advanced warning to any bears that might be close by so you don't take them by surprise.

We also advise anyone using the out-of-doors to carry "Pepper Spray" with him or her in case of an encounter with a bear.

Out doorsmen should also be on the watch for fresh bear activity, and be able to tell the difference between black bear poop and grizzly bear poop.  Black bear poop is smaller and contains lots of berries and squirrel fur.  Grizzly bear poop has bells in it and smells like pepper! 

DAZS sits by the bathroom door when someone goes in and after they leave the bathroom he watches the water waiting for it to fill and then drinks from the toilet just like a Dog! 
Ron's Cat don't-ya-know.

From This ...

To This!!!

Sent to me by Joy Lahr 2/07/07

A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the answer to
the age old question .............. "Why do we have pets?"

Adam and Eve were created by God and given the beautiful Garden of Eden as a
home.  They were very happy and although they talked with God everyday they
could not see him and as a result sometimes it was difficult for them to
remember how much he loved them.

So God decided to create a companion for them that would be with them
forever and who would be a reflection of His love for them, so that they
would never forget His love for them.

And God told Adam and Eve that regardless of how selfish or childish or
unlovable they may become, this new companion would accept them as they were
and would love them as He did, in spite of themselves.

 So God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.  And it was
a good animal.  And God was pleased.  And the new animal was pleased to be
with Adam and Eve and he wagged his tail.

And Adam said, "Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom
and I cannot think of a name for this new animal."  And God said, "No
problem.  Because I have created this animal to be a reflection of my love
for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call
him, DOG."

And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them.
And they were comforted.  And God was pleased.  And Dog was happy and wagged
his tail.

After a while it came to pass that God noticed that Adam and Eve had become
filled with pride and vanity.  They strutted and preened like peacocks and
believed themselves worthy of adoration.  Dog had indeed taught them that
they were loved, but perhaps too well.

So God said, " I will create a companion for them, who will be with them
forever and who will see them for who they are.  This companion will remind
them of their limitations, so they will learn that they are not always
worthy of adoration."

And God created CAT.  And Cat would not obey Adam and Eve.  And when they
gazed into Cat's eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme
being.

And Adam and Eve learned humility.

And God was pleased.

And Dog was happy and wagged his tail.

And Cat didn't give a darn one way or the other.

Sent to me by Joy Lahr 1/25/07

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women,
so you smile politely and take your place.

Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall
is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down
the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It
doesn't matter.

The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no
doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if
there were one, but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly drape it
around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the
FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance." In this position
your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake.

You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the
seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you
discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear
your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you
would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday -- the one
that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the
puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work. The
door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your
chest, and you and your purse topple backwards against the tank of the
toilet.

"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious,
tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing
altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of
course. You bolt up; knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare
bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the
uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper-- not that there
was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew because,
you're certain, her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because,
frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused
that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a firehose that somehow
sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper
dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At that point, you give up.
You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're
exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and
then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to
operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe
your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women,
still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind
soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper
trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank
the paper from your shoe, plunk it to the woman's hand and tell her warmly,
"Here, you just might need this."

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left
the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is
your purse hanging around your neck?"

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom
(rest??? you've got to be kidding!!).

It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also
answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the
restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your
purse and hand you Kleenex under the door.