The second story has been posted before–about the dog who took herself to day care. Still a good story

Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects

“A writer must never allow herself to be distracted,” declares Violet Crepuscular, the Queen of Suspense. This is because she has lost track of what chapter she’s writing in her epic romance, Oy, Rodney.
“Really, it was Mr. Pitfall’s fault,” she writes, blaming the whole thing on her neighbor. “You know the man is hopelessly in love with me. He used one of my recipes to bake me a batch of what were supposed to be toothpaste-filled cupcakes. I ate one–and the next three days are now a total blank to me!”
So she has settled on No. DXXIII for the chapter she is currently writing. Let’s see… The rhinoceros has spun a cocoon behind Dr. Weezle’s tool shed, the royal handwriting inspector has come and gone… and Constable Chumley has auditioned for the title role in the Scurveyshire Players’ production of Hamlet.
That’s how “To be or not to be” turns into “Ay wee yearnted far thither.”
Potrick the Jovial Shepherd (there are two jovial shepherds in Scurveyshire) thinks the constable should write his memoirs. He is also working on his imitation of Alan Hale, the American movie actor who has yet to be born. Potrick is good at things like that.
I could never understand this sport. Jumping out of a plane, even with a parachute, equals being very careless with God’s precious gift of life. Doing something like that for a “rush” or a thrill is showing no respect for the life that God has given you. My deepest condolences go out to their families.