An old, tired looking dog walks into a man’s yard.

An old, tired looking dog walks into a man’s yard. The man checks the dog’s collar, feels its well-fed belly, and realizes that the dog has a home. The dog follows him into the house, walks down the hall, jumps on the couch, relaxes, and falls asleep.

The man finds this rather strange, but lets the dog sleep. After about an hour, the dog wakes up, goes to the door, and the man lets it out. The dog shakes his head and leaves.

The next day, the dog comes back and scratches at the door. The man opens the door, the dog comes in, walks down the hall, jumps on the couch, relaxes, and goes back to sleep. The man lets it sleep.

After about an hour, the dog wakes up, goes to the door, and the man lets him out. The dog shakes his tail and leaves. This goes on for days.

The man gets curious and puts a note on the dog’s collar: “Your dog takes a nap at my house every day. The next day the dog comes back with another note on its collar: “He lives in a house with four children – he is trying to catch up on his sleep. …

..

. … Can I come with him tomorrow?”

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Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. They loaded up in Jack’s minivan and headed north.

After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. They pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night. “I realize it’s terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I’m recently widowed,” she explained.

“I’m afraid neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house.”

“Don’t worry,” Jack said. “We’ll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we’ll be gone at first light.”

The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night.

Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing. About nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney.

It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend. He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, “Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from…..” “Yes, I do.”

“Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?”

“Yes,” Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out. “I have to admit that I did.”

“And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?”

Bob’s face turned red and he said, “Yeah, sorry, buddy.

I’m afraid I did. Why do you ask?”

….. ..

. “She just died and left me everything.”

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