This Dog Walks Into A Post Office

This dog walks into a post office and says to the Postmaster. “I need to send a telegram.” The Postmaster says. “OK, what is it?” The dog says. “I need it to say, Woof woof woof woof woof wo

This dog walks into a post office and says to the Postmaster.

“I need to send a telegram.”

The Postmaster says.

 

“OK, what is it?”

The dog says.

“I need it to say, Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof.”

 

The Postmaster counts the words and says.

“Well, for the same price, I can put 3 more “woofs” in for you.”

The dog looks at him and says.

“But then it wouldn’t make any sense.”

There are many difficulties we may have to face in life and, at times, those problems could come at us quickly.

Many of the issues that we have to face on a day to day basis occur at work and we might have a tendency to bring them home with us.

 

The sad part of such a situation is that everyone in the home will suffer as a result of our stress, and it is difficult not to unload on our family when we have had a terrible day.

In the following story, a carpenter helps a home owner to understand the importance of leaving your problems behind and it is a lesson we can all learn.

The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.

On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. 

When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

“Oh, that’s my trouble tree,” he replied.” I know I can’t help having troubles on the job, but one thing’s for sure, troubles don’t belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again.”

He paused. “Funny thing is,” he smiled, “when I come out in the morning to pick ’em up, there ain’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.”