Scorpio Humor – An Offer I Can’t Refuse from Vinnie

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Scorpio – The Master of Relationships – At Least According to Me

People seem to enjoy my humor so I decided to include a little snippet each Monday. Most of this humor is based upon real life incidents with Linda and me but are slightly exaggerated. You may see a little of my Scorpio CType and Linda’s Sagittarius CType here. You may also see a little of your relationships in these little bites of levity. Enjoy and I hope these brighten your Monday’s in some small way.


Linda says that dogs know what we’re thinking. I’d like to know exactly what we were thinking when Vinnie the Chawawa (this is spelled just like it sounds) padded into our family. I tell Linda that she is spoiling the dog. She informs me that all the dogs have little pumpkin costumes for Halloween.

Well, Vinnie the Chawawa (this is spelled just like it sounds) is growing up. He’s up to almost three pounds now of well-trained dictator. He’s taken the title of “Don.” He is now the revered and feared Don Vinnie. Like Don Corleone in the God Father, Don Vinnie makes offers one cannot refuse. For instance, when he barks for hours at nothing while I am trying to write, I must seek his counsel. I respectfully approach his chambers (the pillow upon which he is not supposed sit), and ask for a word. I whisper in his little furry ear, “Goddoggy, I have a request.” He barks for me to continue, which I do. “I have much work to do but I am unable because of mysterious barking sounds that seem to come from nowhere. If you can help me with this problem, I will be so grateful.” Don Vinnie contemplates for a moment and then beckons me to move closer. He whines, “I have an offer you can’t refuse. You will give me a 51% interest in that large turkey you are cooking tonight and I will see what I can do about the barking. I’ll also need those treats you have in your pocket.” I, of course, agree immediately. I dig the treats out of my pocket and hold them to his grinning Goddoggy’s lips. When Don Vinnie has finished his treats, I thank him for his help, kiss him on each furry cheek, and back respectfully away from his pillow.

Back in office, I hear barking. I grab a 60-pound bag of Organic Doggie Treats and throw it through the second story window into the patio below, the general area from which the barking emanates. The barking stops as Don Vinnie tears the bag to shreds and begins devouring treats by the mouthful. For just a moment, he stops, looks up at me leaning out of the shattered window, and gives me a knowing wink. He needs to talk to me about raising his interest in the turkey.

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