Guest guest Posted September 23, 2008 Report Share Posted September 23, 2008 So, Dodge, when are you going back to work? You can't stay out forever, no matter how many tales that dog writes. One likes think that he would write at least one happily ever after ending! Shirley P.S. You know I love you. Glad your back! > > Heya all! > > Rod and I are back. Here's what kept us away. Two things, actually. There is some humor in this tale, so please don't say I'm being insensitive, when I am only meaning to tell my tale, and have a bit of fun at the same time. The tale is written by Dewey, the story-writing dog. Why? Cause I don't want to claim it! > > It all began last Tuesday, but I'll start a little further back. > > Once upon a time, in Dodge and Rodland, a hurricane decided to sweep across the land, because everyone was tired of Dodge complaining about the summer heat and lack of rain. It could rain every day in Dodge and Rodland and Dodge would still complain it wasn't raining enough. The weather gods decided to call this hurricane Ike. Now, Dodge was both happy and unhappy about Ike's presence. Happy because it meant he'd get to help people and do things he loved, and unhappy because lives could be lost and homes would be lost and it would generally make a wreck out of Dodge and Rodland -- something Dodge would undoubtedly have to clean up in one way or another... So, he approached Ike with mixed feelings. > > The all-knowing, omnippitent National Weather Service predicted that Ike would leave destruction in his wake, and Dodge felt the adrenaline and the fear kick up a few notches. Rod, as ever, was cool as a block of antarctic ice and Dodge was ultimately convinced that he was not afraid, never has been afraid and never will be afraid. > > Then, the hurricane came. It swept across Dodge and Rodland and Dodge and Rod were set to work -- doing what they do best. They bandaged people, transported people, bossed people around, did paperwork, bossed people around, took care of evacuees, bossed people around, took their dogs out to search for bodies both dead and living, did more paperwork, boss more people around, ate little and slept even less. > > Then came last Monday when Dodge and Rod's voodoo doctor, (he's a good one, I promise), told them that their monthly voodoo spells and magic potions against pain would be ready on Tuesday. This meant that Dodge and Rod would have to leave the area in which they were working, four hours to the south, drive up to the voodoo doctor's, (Doctor Harney),office, get their scripts, get them filled via a magic mirror, then drive all the way back to where they happened to be at work. Now, you see, Dodge and Rod usually fly around Dodge and Rodland, using some kind of a cross between a transporter and a time-machine, but it got broken in the storm and Dodge is trying to draft a brief so he'll be ready when he goes to court to sue the weather gods for breaking it. So, he must act like a mere mortal and drive. > > Actually, Rod must drive. Noone, and I mean noone, in Dodge and Rodland would want Dodge to drive anything, not even a remote controled car. I promise! > > Tuesday morning came, and Dodge and Rod rose at four AM like Farmer and got in their super sonic at the speed-of-light truck, and drove all the way back to the part of their land called The Metroplex. I don't know why it has that name, but it does... I don't want to know. > > While Dodge and Rod were in the voodoo doctor's candle and incense burning office, the voodoo doctor saw fit to come out and talk to them -- a great honor since neither one of them had an appointment to see him. He wanted to discuss Dodge's MRI. The news was not good. Dodge had a lateral pattellar subluxation with tilt and all the ligaments in his left knee were torn. The same thing is beginning in the right, although it is not quite severe... This, the voodoo doctor said, would require open surgery and could not be put off. > > This, unfortunately annoyed Dodge some, and left him in a state of depression. He stormed out of the Voodoo Hippy's office, down the hall and to the elevator. He pushed the button... No elevator. Pushed it again... Nothing. He then decided to take the stairs... > > In his fury, haste, confusion and anger at his body failing him yet once again, he ran down the flights of stairs. At the bottom, he ran outside, jumped down the steps outside and fell... Bad karma? > > When Rod finally caught up with him, he could not move, let alone speak for the pain. He ended up having to be taken to a hospital and fixed. And I do mean fixed. Not only did he have open knee surgery to put things back together again, he also had a major skin graft as when he fell, his skin was, well, it needed grafting even more then. He rebroke his elbow and his left wrist, so hasn't been able to do anything since he got out of the hospital, but sit at home reading Dean Koontz novels while eating strawberry ice cream, Gardettos, chocolate chip cookies and brownies... In no particular order. > > He finally feels well enough to get back on the computer, but is still facing a deep anxiety and depression that even the voodoo doctor's magic potions, pills and powders cannot cure. Why? Because he is not working, and like any good and respectable workaholic worth his paycheck, he lives for his work... > > So, now he is back, but will have to mass delete a lot of email, too bad he doesn't have a charm for that. > > What of Rod? Rod and their friend, Minias, (don't ask me to explain the name), took good care of him, making sure he had plenty of ice cream, Gardettos, chocolate chip cookies, brownies and most of all, diet coke. > > A minor hitch happened that is worth mentioning. While Dodge left the hospital, his laptop didn't. It was two days before anyone noticed, but it was kept safe for him, and he got it back when he felt like calling their and asking if it was still around. He wouldn't have wanted to claim the insurance. > > The other thing that happened, happened on Thursday. In Dodge and Rodland lives Rod's brother, R. The letter R is used to protect the guilty, although I don't know why he's worth protecting. R has two boys, Cash, age 10 and Gauge, age 12. R decided to go out and get drunk and R decided to do something he shouldn't that will end him up in a dungeon under the palace of King's Dodge and Rod for a long time, that is, unless they decide to bannish him to that lesser place... The one they call jail. At any rate, he'll probably be there for a long, long, long time. If Rod and Dodge are lucky, probably the rest of his life. We can only hope. He was and is, not a nice man. > > Since both Rod's folks are gone, and since there are no other family members, Dodge and Rod had to take custody of the two boys. Dodge almost had a heart attack when he heard... That annoyed him some, too. The boys, having lived with the Evil R, are not in the best shape mentally and physically. In fact, they are malnurrished, and have deep psychological trauma that will take years to heal. > > It looks like Dodge and Rod will be keeping the boys, as the court jester wishes it to be so. They hope to adopt them, although they both feel that they are in some alternate universe and that someone is playing a cruel joke on them. Still, for all that, they do care for the boys, even love them, but have no idea of how to parent children. Dr. Spock, anyone? Oh yeah, he went out of fashion in the seventies. Siggie the Fraud... Er, I mean Freud? Nope, to macabre. > > So, Dodge and Rod are muddling through this having kids in the house thing, making a lot of mistakes, but I'm sure they'll get better with time... > > Well, if this story hasn't entertained, at least it's told you where he and Rod have been. > > Dewey, the Story Writing Curly-Tailed Anatolian Shepherd Service Dog > > -- > Dodge > > " I make the living, my dog makes the living worthwhile. " > > Read my blog at: > http://jumpthis.wordpress.com > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 23, 2008 Report Share Posted September 23, 2008 WOW Dodge!!! You have been busy!!! I want so say you both are angels, for helping so many people, when you have so much on your plate. I was worried about you both, during IKE. Dodge, I can't believe you ran down the stairs! I guess the doctor got what he wanted, your surgery completed. Sorry, about the painful skin graft. It sounds like your being taken care of, by the way, I am a Dean Koontz fan, and love all the goodies you've got. I should come to your house! You are so spoiled,lol Glad the boys are with you both. They are in great hands, and how lucky they are! We will all be here for you, if you need some advise, but I doubt you or Rod will need it. You take care, and know were all here for you. We missed you! No more voodo spells, good vibes your way, Tawny > > Heya all! > > Rod and I are back. Here's what kept us away. Two things, actually. There is some humor in this tale, so please don't say I'm being insensitive, when I am only meaning to tell my tale, and have a bit of fun at the same time. The tale is written by Dewey, the story- writing dog. Why? Cause I don't want to claim it! > > It all began last Tuesday, but I'll start a little further back. > > Once upon a time, in Dodge and Rodland, a hurricane decided to sweep across the land, because everyone was tired of Dodge complaining about the summer heat and lack of rain. It could rain every day in Dodge and Rodland and Dodge would still complain it wasn't raining enough. The weather gods decided to call this hurricane Ike. Now, Dodge was both happy and unhappy about Ike's presence. Happy because it meant he'd get to help people and do things he loved, and unhappy because lives could be lost and homes would be lost and it would generally make a wreck out of Dodge and Rodland -- something Dodge would undoubtedly have to clean up in one way or another... So, he approached Ike with mixed feelings. > > The all-knowing, omnippitent National Weather Service predicted that Ike would leave destruction in his wake, and Dodge felt the adrenaline and the fear kick up a few notches. Rod, as ever, was cool as a block of antarctic ice and Dodge was ultimately convinced that he was not afraid, never has been afraid and never will be afraid. > > Then, the hurricane came. It swept across Dodge and Rodland and Dodge and Rod were set to work -- doing what they do best. They bandaged people, transported people, bossed people around, did paperwork, bossed people around, took care of evacuees, bossed people around, took their dogs out to search for bodies both dead and living, did more paperwork, boss more people around, ate little and slept even less. > > Then came last Monday when Dodge and Rod's voodoo doctor, (he's a good one, I promise), told them that their monthly voodoo spells and magic potions against pain would be ready on Tuesday. This meant that Dodge and Rod would have to leave the area in which they were working, four hours to the south, drive up to the voodoo doctor's, (Doctor Harney),office, get their scripts, get them filled via a magic mirror, then drive all the way back to where they happened to be at work. Now, you see, Dodge and Rod usually fly around Dodge and Rodland, using some kind of a cross between a transporter and a time- machine, but it got broken in the storm and Dodge is trying to draft a brief so he'll be ready when he goes to court to sue the weather gods for breaking it. So, he must act like a mere mortal and drive. > > Actually, Rod must drive. Noone, and I mean noone, in Dodge and Rodland would want Dodge to drive anything, not even a remote controled car. I promise! > > Tuesday morning came, and Dodge and Rod rose at four AM like Farmer and got in their super sonic at the speed-of-light truck, and drove all the way back to the part of their land called The Metroplex. I don't know why it has that name, but it does... I don't want to know. > > While Dodge and Rod were in the voodoo doctor's candle and incense burning office, the voodoo doctor saw fit to come out and talk to them -- a great honor since neither one of them had an appointment to see him. He wanted to discuss Dodge's MRI. The news was not good. Dodge had a lateral pattellar subluxation with tilt and all the ligaments in his left knee were torn. The same thing is beginning in the right, although it is not quite severe... This, the voodoo doctor said, would require open surgery and could not be put off. > > This, unfortunately annoyed Dodge some, and left him in a state of depression. He stormed out of the Voodoo Hippy's office, down the hall and to the elevator. He pushed the button... No elevator. Pushed it again... Nothing. He then decided to take the stairs... > > In his fury, haste, confusion and anger at his body failing him yet once again, he ran down the flights of stairs. At the bottom, he ran outside, jumped down the steps outside and fell... Bad karma? > > When Rod finally caught up with him, he could not move, let alone speak for the pain. He ended up having to be taken to a hospital and fixed. And I do mean fixed. Not only did he have open knee surgery to put things back together again, he also had a major skin graft as when he fell, his skin was, well, it needed grafting even more then. He rebroke his elbow and his left wrist, so hasn't been able to do anything since he got out of the hospital, but sit at home reading Dean Koontz novels while eating strawberry ice cream, Gardettos, chocolate chip cookies and brownies... In no particular order. > > He finally feels well enough to get back on the computer, but is still facing a deep anxiety and depression that even the voodoo doctor's magic potions, pills and powders cannot cure. Why? Because he is not working, and like any good and respectable workaholic worth his paycheck, he lives for his work... > > So, now he is back, but will have to mass delete a lot of email, too bad he doesn't have a charm for that. > > What of Rod? Rod and their friend, Minias, (don't ask me to explain the name), took good care of him, making sure he had plenty of ice cream, Gardettos, chocolate chip cookies, brownies and most of all, diet coke. > > A minor hitch happened that is worth mentioning. While Dodge left the hospital, his laptop didn't. It was two days before anyone noticed, but it was kept safe for him, and he got it back when he felt like calling their and asking if it was still around. He wouldn't have wanted to claim the insurance. > > The other thing that happened, happened on Thursday. In Dodge and Rodland lives Rod's brother, R. The letter R is used to protect the guilty, although I don't know why he's worth protecting. R has two boys, Cash, age 10 and Gauge, age 12. R decided to go out and get drunk and R decided to do something he shouldn't that will end him up in a dungeon under the palace of King's Dodge and Rod for a long time, that is, unless they decide to bannish him to that lesser place... The one they call jail. At any rate, he'll probably be there for a long, long, long time. If Rod and Dodge are lucky, probably the rest of his life. We can only hope. He was and is, not a nice man. > > Since both Rod's folks are gone, and since there are no other family members, Dodge and Rod had to take custody of the two boys. Dodge almost had a heart attack when he heard... That annoyed him some, too. The boys, having lived with the Evil R, are not in the best shape mentally and physically. In fact, they are malnurrished, and have deep psychological trauma that will take years to heal. > > It looks like Dodge and Rod will be keeping the boys, as the court jester wishes it to be so. They hope to adopt them, although they both feel that they are in some alternate universe and that someone is playing a cruel joke on them. Still, for all that, they do care for the boys, even love them, but have no idea of how to parent children. Dr. Spock, anyone? Oh yeah, he went out of fashion in the seventies. Siggie the Fraud... Er, I mean Freud? Nope, to macabre. > > So, Dodge and Rod are muddling through this having kids in the house thing, making a lot of mistakes, but I'm sure they'll get better with time... > > Well, if this story hasn't entertained, at least it's told you where he and Rod have been. > > Dewey, the Story Writing Curly-Tailed Anatolian Shepherd Service Dog > > -- > Dodge > > " I make the living, my dog makes the living worthwhile. " > > Read my blog at: > http://jumpthis.wordpress.com > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 23, 2008 Report Share Posted September 23, 2008 Shirley : I don't quite know yet. If I can't be on an ambulance, then I at least want to work in the dispatch center, and I think they will let me in another week or two. Doc won't let me go back sooner. Love ya, -- Dodge " I make the living, my dog makes the living worthwhile. " Read my blog at: http://jumpthis.wordpress.com ---- nana2livi <s.p5315@...> wrote: ============= So, Dodge, when are you going back to work? You can't stay out forever, no matter how many tales that dog writes. One likes think that he would write at least one happily ever after ending! Shirley P.S. You know I love you. Glad your back! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 24, 2008 Report Share Posted September 24, 2008 All I can think of it a tag line someone uses on a different list: IF you want god to laugh, tell him about your plans. Apparently there are deities of numerous types, ROTFLTAO, right now! Not that they would laugh AT you Dodge, they would be laughing WITH you. Right??? , who will now duck for cover. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 24, 2008 Report Share Posted September 24, 2008 Dodge, a few thoughts come to mind. (1) your dog should get an agent because he can write, honey! (2) Dean Koontz- love him. read the first Odd of the series. Would adopt him.(3) You guys are just the greatest, and will be in my prayers. It will take some special people to take care of those precious boys and I think you and Rod have the hearts for it. (4) You were in the Dallas-Ft Worth Weirdoplex? I work there! like the Grateful Dead say, it's a long, strange trip every day. Jane in Sunny South Dallas > > Heya all! > > Rod and I are back. Here's what kept us away. Two things, actually. There is some humor in this tale, so please don't say I'm being insensitive, when I am only meaning to tell my tale, and have a bit of fun at the same time. The tale is written by Dewey, the story- writing dog. Why? Cause I don't want to claim it! > > It all began last Tuesday, but I'll start a little further back. > > Once upon a time, in Dodge and Rodland, a hurricane decided to sweep across the land, because everyone was tired of Dodge complaining about the summer heat and lack of rain. It could rain every day in Dodge and Rodland and Dodge would still complain it wasn't raining enough. The weather gods decided to call this hurricane Ike. Now, Dodge was both happy and unhappy about Ike's presence. Happy because it meant he'd get to help people and do things he loved, and unhappy because lives could be lost and homes would be lost and it would generally make a wreck out of Dodge and Rodland -- something Dodge would undoubtedly have to clean up in one way or another... So, he approached Ike with mixed feelings. > > The all-knowing, omnippitent National Weather Service predicted that Ike would leave destruction in his wake, and Dodge felt the adrenaline and the fear kick up a few notches. Rod, as ever, was cool as a block of antarctic ice and Dodge was ultimately convinced that he was not afraid, never has been afraid and never will be afraid. > > Then, the hurricane came. It swept across Dodge and Rodland and Dodge and Rod were set to work -- doing what they do best. They bandaged people, transported people, bossed people around, did paperwork, bossed people around, took care of evacuees, bossed people around, took their dogs out to search for bodies both dead and living, did more paperwork, boss more people around, ate little and slept even less. > > Then came last Monday when Dodge and Rod's voodoo doctor, (he's a good one, I promise), told them that their monthly voodoo spells and magic potions against pain would be ready on Tuesday. This meant that Dodge and Rod would have to leave the area in which they were working, four hours to the south, drive up to the voodoo doctor's, (Doctor Harney),office, get their scripts, get them filled via a magic mirror, then drive all the way back to where they happened to be at work. Now, you see, Dodge and Rod usually fly around Dodge and Rodland, using some kind of a cross between a transporter and a time- machine, but it got broken in the storm and Dodge is trying to draft a brief so he'll be ready when he goes to court to sue the weather gods for breaking it. So, he must act like a mere mortal and drive. > > Actually, Rod must drive. Noone, and I mean noone, in Dodge and Rodland would want Dodge to drive anything, not even a remote controled car. I promise! > > Tuesday morning came, and Dodge and Rod rose at four AM like Farmer and got in their super sonic at the speed-of-light truck, and drove all the way back to the part of their land called The Metroplex. I don't know why it has that name, but it does... I don't want to know. > > While Dodge and Rod were in the voodoo doctor's candle and incense burning office, the voodoo doctor saw fit to come out and talk to them -- a great honor since neither one of them had an appointment to see him. He wanted to discuss Dodge's MRI. The news was not good. Dodge had a lateral pattellar subluxation with tilt and all the ligaments in his left knee were torn. The same thing is beginning in the right, although it is not quite severe... This, the voodoo doctor said, would require open surgery and could not be put off. > > This, unfortunately annoyed Dodge some, and left him in a state of depression. He stormed out of the Voodoo Hippy's office, down the hall and to the elevator. He pushed the button... No elevator. Pushed it again... Nothing. He then decided to take the stairs... > > In his fury, haste, confusion and anger at his body failing him yet once again, he ran down the flights of stairs. At the bottom, he ran outside, jumped down the steps outside and fell... Bad karma? > > When Rod finally caught up with him, he could not move, let alone speak for the pain. He ended up having to be taken to a hospital and fixed. And I do mean fixed. Not only did he have open knee surgery to put things back together again, he also had a major skin graft as when he fell, his skin was, well, it needed grafting even more then. He rebroke his elbow and his left wrist, so hasn't been able to do anything since he got out of the hospital, but sit at home reading Dean Koontz novels while eating strawberry ice cream, Gardettos, chocolate chip cookies and brownies... In no particular order. > > He finally feels well enough to get back on the computer, but is still facing a deep anxiety and depression that even the voodoo doctor's magic potions, pills and powders cannot cure. Why? Because he is not working, and like any good and respectable workaholic worth his paycheck, he lives for his work... > > So, now he is back, but will have to mass delete a lot of email, too bad he doesn't have a charm for that. > > What of Rod? Rod and their friend, Minias, (don't ask me to explain the name), took good care of him, making sure he had plenty of ice cream, Gardettos, chocolate chip cookies, brownies and most of all, diet coke. > > A minor hitch happened that is worth mentioning. While Dodge left the hospital, his laptop didn't. It was two days before anyone noticed, but it was kept safe for him, and he got it back when he felt like calling their and asking if it was still around. He wouldn't have wanted to claim the insurance. > > The other thing that happened, happened on Thursday. In Dodge and Rodland lives Rod's brother, R. The letter R is used to protect the guilty, although I don't know why he's worth protecting. R has two boys, Cash, age 10 and Gauge, age 12. R decided to go out and get drunk and R decided to do something he shouldn't that will end him up in a dungeon under the palace of King's Dodge and Rod for a long time, that is, unless they decide to bannish him to that lesser place... The one they call jail. At any rate, he'll probably be there for a long, long, long time. If Rod and Dodge are lucky, probably the rest of his life. We can only hope. He was and is, not a nice man. > > Since both Rod's folks are gone, and since there are no other family members, Dodge and Rod had to take custody of the two boys. Dodge almost had a heart attack when he heard... That annoyed him some, too. The boys, having lived with the Evil R, are not in the best shape mentally and physically. In fact, they are malnurrished, and have deep psychological trauma that will take years to heal. > > It looks like Dodge and Rod will be keeping the boys, as the court jester wishes it to be so. They hope to adopt them, although they both feel that they are in some alternate universe and that someone is playing a cruel joke on them. Still, for all that, they do care for the boys, even love them, but have no idea of how to parent children. Dr. Spock, anyone? Oh yeah, he went out of fashion in the seventies. Siggie the Fraud... Er, I mean Freud? Nope, to macabre. > > So, Dodge and Rod are muddling through this having kids in the house thing, making a lot of mistakes, but I'm sure they'll get better with time... > > Well, if this story hasn't entertained, at least it's told you where he and Rod have been. > > Dewey, the Story Writing Curly-Tailed Anatolian Shepherd Service Dog > > -- > Dodge > > " I make the living, my dog makes the living worthwhile. " > > Read my blog at: > http://jumpthis.wordpress.com > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 27, 2008 Report Share Posted September 27, 2008 Well I am glad to see Dodge is back. Thank you for telling his story Dewey. Boy what a tale too. At least the knee got fixed....oops that was no fun I am sure, but it will heal hopefully much sooner. Dodge you need to stay out of work until it heals, I know being a workaholic too, but you need time to heal! As far as the kids go, it will take a lot of patience and love. My daughter adopted two little girls from New Orleans, both have attachment disorder from their childhood. It has taken lots of love, therapy and patience but they are wonderful girls. I suspect from the story of the boys, they would have that too as well as post traumatic stress disorder. R -------------------------------------------------- From: " Dodge " <medicdodge@...> Sent: Tuesday, September 23, 2008 10:39 PM <LUPIESGROUPS (DOT) COM>; <cool_sters >; <fibromyalgia_support_group >; <chronic_pain_assistance >; <ra-factor >; < > Subject: [ ] Not dead... Really. When Rod finally caught up with him, he could not move, let alone speak for the pain. He ended up having to be taken to a hospital and fixed. And I do mean fixed. Not only did he have open knee surgery to put things back together again, he also had a major skin graft as when he fell, his skin was, well, it needed grafting even more then. He rebroke his elbow and his left wrist, so hasn't been able to do anything since he got out of the hospital, but sit at home reading Dean Koontz novels while eating strawberry ice cream, Gardettos, chocolate chip cookies and brownies... In no particular order. The other thing that happened, happened on Thursday. In Dodge and Rodland lives Rod's brother, R. The letter R is used to protect the guilty, although I don't know why he's worth protecting. R has two boys, Cash, age 10 and Gauge, age 12. R decided to go out and get drunk and R decided to do something he shouldn't that will end him up in a dungeon under the palace of King's Dodge and Rod for a long time, that is, unless they decide to bannish him to that lesser place... The one they call jail. At any rate, he'll probably be there for a long, long, long time. If Rod and Dodge are lucky, probably the rest of his life. We can only hope. He was and is, not a nice man. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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