Washday

A young boy goes into a store, picks the biggest box of detergent, and heaves it onto the counter.

“My, my!” says the checker. “What’s a little boy like you doing with a big box of washing detergent?”

“I’m going to wash my dog!” the boy replies.

The checker gasps. “But that will kill him! You can’t do that!”

No matter how hard the checker argues with the little boy, he won’t listen to her. The next day, the checker sees the little boy walking around the store, looking sad. She walks up to him and says, “What’s the matter?”

He frowns and says, “My dog died yesterday.”

The lady says, “Well, I told you he would! It was the detergent, wasn’t it?”

The little boy looks up at her and says, “Actually, I think it was the spin cycle.”

The blogger has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

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