PWA:The search for wandering posts

or wondering posters…

//smack daj

woohoo!! Erste!!!


Does anyone know anything about car stereos? Mine is broken, I never really use it, but I figure I should have one for when other people are in the car. I just want something that plays CDs and has an input jack. I don’t want to pay over $50.

Go forth and google, young Fen!

nice new digs cruzer

I’m passing thru, no need to answer.

Hi kids.

pwa: all stag

sniff sniff

Smells funny.

//smack cruzer

1st page!


s/he who smelt it delt it.

//smack pest

Hi, did you all move the furniture again? That’s what I get for going away for the weekend, huh?

Nice new digs Cruzer, but next time don’t forget to get some snickers for the open house. :slight_smile:


Nice place, Cruzer. Where’s the Halloween candy? Who’s going to answer the door?

for Joe…

There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.

For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost – if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.

If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call – come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.

by Ben Hur Lampman

Getting tissues. brb

Nice place
kicks off shoes

friend sent that to me shortly after I lost my first Irish Setter…gets me every time I read it

Too late, I’ve been on probation for 1st post.
Which I guess isn’t the same as 1st page.

you haven’t really experienced what it’s like to be a congressman until you’ve had your first page.