Red Ring with Crystals

Red Ring with Crystals

Red Ring with Crystals
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Pendant is the size of a quarter

Material: Swarovski Crystal, Londel

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Large (Inside width & Height -- 1/4 * 3/4 inch)
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If a dog jumps into your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer.

Pink Fur Trim Vest

Pink Fur Trim Vest

Pink Fur Trim Vest
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Velour, Imitation Mink.
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Husband and dog are missing.  Reward for dog.

They (dogs) never talk about themselves but listen to you while you talk about yourself and keep up an appearance of being interested in the conversation.  -  Jerome K. Jerome

If I were a dog, I would have bitten you already!

A dog, I will maintain, is a very tolerant judge of beauty, as appears from the fact that any liberally educated dog does, in a general way, prefer a woman to a man.  -  Frances Thompson

In the world which we know, among the different and primitive geniuses that preside over the evolution of the several species, there exists not one, excepting that of the dog, that ever gave a thought to the presence of man.  -  Maurice Maeterlinck

Evening gown

Evening gown

Evening gown
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Satin and lace evening gown
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Scratch a dog and you’ll find a permanent job.  -  Franklin P Jones

No man can be condemned for owning a dog.  As long as he has a dog, he has a friend, and the poorer he gets, the better a friend he has.  -  Will Rogers

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Relax, read a dog story or two.  Hopefully, share a smile with us.  Nothing for sale, except for some Spotlight dog clothes or pet jewelry items along the sides.  Enjoy!

Puppies for Sale


A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies For Sale."  
Signs like that have a way of attracting small children, and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign.  "How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he asked.

The store owner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50."

The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change.  "I have $2.37," he said.  "Can I please look at them?"

The store owner smiled and opened the kennel and out came the mama dog followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur.

One puppy was lagging considerably behind.  Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's wrong with that little dog?"

The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn't have a hip socket.  It would always limp. It would always be lame.

The little boy became excited.  "That is the puppy that I want to buy."

The store owner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog.  If you really want him, I'll just give him to you."

The little boy got quite upset.  He looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said, "I don't want you to give him to me.  That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price.  In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for."

The store owner countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog.  He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies."

To his surprise, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace.  He looked up at the store owner and softly replied,
"Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!"

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,

No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;

No harp like my own could so cheerily play,

And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

 

 

Old dog Tray’s ever faithful;

Grief cannot drive him away;

He is gentle, he is kind. I shall never, ever find

A better friend than old dog Tray.

The Old Man and His Dog

An old man and his dog were walking along a country road, enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to the man that he had died. He remembered dying, and realized, too, that the dog had been dead for many years. He wondered where the road would lead them, and continued onward.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall, white arch that gleamed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He was pleased that he had finally arrived at heaven, and the man and his dog walked toward the gate. As he got closer, he saw someone sitting at a beautifully carved desk off to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, but is this heaven?"

"Yes, it is, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The gatekeeper gestured to his rear, and the huge gate began to open.

"I assume my friend can come in..." the man said, gesturing toward his dog.

But the reply was, "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought about it, then thanked the gatekeeper, turned back toward the road, and continued in the direction he had been going. After another long walk, he reached the top of another long hill, and he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate. There was no fence, and it looked as if the gate had never been closed, as grass had grown up around it. As he approached the gate, he saw a man just inside, sitting in the shade of a tree reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a well over there," the man said, pointing to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in and make yourself at home."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"He's welcome too, and there's a bowl by the well," he said. They walked through the gate and, sure enough, there was an old-fashioned well and a bowl next to it on the ground. The man filled the bowl for his dog, and then took a long drink himself.
When both were satisfied, he and the dog walked back toward the man, who was sitting under the tree waiting for them, and asked, "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is heaven," was the answer.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "It certainly doesn't look like heaven, and there's another man down the road who said that place was heaven."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?"

"Yes, it was beautiful."

"Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it offend you for them to use the name of heaven like that?"

"No. I can see how you might think so, but it actually saves us a lot of time.   They screen out the people who are willing to leave their best friends behind."

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