Smiley Anders for Sept. 26, 2012

How metal detector saved Fido

“Maybe The Advocate could start a ‘Hints From Boudreaux’ column,” suggests Charlotte Lachicotte, offering this tale:

“My son got home from work to find an empty Reese’s peanut butter cups sack (no candy, no foil wrappers) in the middle of his bed.

“He looked at his two dogs, but they weren’t talking.

“My son was upset — the bag had been half full, and he knew that chocolate is toxic to dogs. He had to do something fast.

“The vet’s office was closed, so he looked up online what to do for food poisoning for dogs.

“The instructions were to cause the dog to vomit with a dose of hydrogen peroxide, administered with a syringe.

“He didn’t want to have to do that to both dogs if only one had eaten the candy.

“So he took an empty foil wrapper from the trash and took it next door to use his neighbor’s metal detector.

“The detector beeped with the wrapper, so he took the detector back home.

“The first dog didn’t beep when tested, but the second dog beeped everywhere!

“My son made up the concoction, but didn’t have a syringe. He rummaged around and found his Cajun Injector, and successfully administered the treatment.

“After a long walk, the dog regurgitated the candy and the wrappers. Another sweep with the metal detector came up negative.”

Rare occurrence

Frank Kean says he “happily” contributed to retiring Public Service Commissioner Jimmy Field’s re-election campaigns during Jimmy’s 16 years on the commission.

“Recently, I received a nice thank-you note and a check for roughly 50 percent of my contribution, with the other 50 percent going to the United Way.

“This was the first time I’ve ever received or heard of anyone receiving a refund of a campaign contribution.

“I’ve always admired Jimmy’s work, and this is a class-act way of retiring from the political arena.”

Philosophy lesson

Bo Bienvenu, of Prairieville, says, “The recent discussion of old, great sayings reminded me of a few from a past work associate who was a wonderful workplace philosopher:

“ ‘I might not be right, but I damn sure ain’t wrong.’

“ ‘It’s not that I don’t trust you; its just that I ain’t got time to watch you.’

“ ‘I’m not saying he’s crooked. I’m just saying when he dies they’ll have to screw him in the ground.’ ”

Nostalgia Corner

Hilda Guedry says, “Back in 1926, we lived on St. Delphine Plantation.

“Every Sunday morning after attending Mass, Daddy would take us to Addis’ railroad depot to purchase blocks of ice for the ice box and to pick up a Sunday edition of the Times-Picayune.

“It was like a meeting place on Sunday morning.”

Nice People Dept.

Carol Knight recognized Jerrie Scott in an Advocate photo — Jerrie was shown waiting for her husband at Metro Airport after a bomb scare:

“My husband, Jeff, recently had emergency heart surgery, and Jerrie was one of his nurses on the cardiac floor at Our Lady of the Lake.

“She was so kind and compassionate and took the time to explain anything we asked. We really appreciated her, among others on that floor.”

Blues in the news

On Sunday, the Baton Rouge Blues Society holds the Hemingbough Blues Festival in St. Francisville with Tab Benoit, Big Chief Monk Boudreaux, local blues stars Kenny Neal, Big Luther Kent, Chris LeBlanc and Elvin Killerbee, and more.

Doors open at noon with music from 1 p.m. to 8 p.m.

Tickets are available at Phil Brady’s, the Elizabethan Gallery and the Time Out Lounge.

Worthy causes

“Angling Against Autism,” a team bass fishing tournament, is Saturday at Doiron’s Landing in Stephensville, sponsored by Bergeron’s Cajun Meats and the Baton Rouge Speech & Hearing Foundation.

Register at Bergeron’s in Port Allen, or at http://www.AnglingAgainstAutism.com.

Contact Christi Domingue-Rangel at [phone] or [e-mail].

Special People Dept.

• On Wednesday, Josephine Sirjack Davis, a native of Head of Island now in Livingston, celebrates her 99th birthday.
• Elaine Gomez Cortelloni, of Lake Sherwood Village, celebrates her 92nd birthday Wednesday.
• Eleanor Walker, of Baton Rouge, celebrates her 92nd birthday Wednesday.

Puzzle solved

Pat Compton, of Bunkie, tells of a birthday message from “a very dear friend (?)” that re-told this old tale about aging:

A little silver-haired lady calls her neighbor for help with a jigsaw puzzle she’s having trouble putting together.

“What’s it supposed to be when it’s finished?” asks the neighbor.

“According to the picture on the box, it’s a rooster.”

The neighbor goes over to the lady’s house, takes a look at the puzzle and the
box it came in, and says, “Let’s relax, have a nice cup of tea, and then let’s put all the corn flakes back in the box.”

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