Good Intent Isn't Perfect!
Hogan Here!

Here it is, the beginning of a new year and there are squirrels in the attic.  Squirrels in the attic!.  It is all my fault!  It is obvious that my squirrel flushing in the backyard failed. So that's it!  I have to make a New Year's resolution to annihilate squirrels once a week.

B-u-t,  I don't want to do that.  I have a perfect set of teeth because I never bite.  Why should I ruin a good tooth on a squirrel?  Think I will plead animal rights for the squirrels and keep my teeth.

Mom loves my teeth so she will agree.  She has everyone of my puppy teeth that she could find on the floor.  She didn't find too many because I usually swallowed them.  It just seemed the thing to do.
But, Mom never swallowed any.  And, she certainly doesn't swallow her own. Mom is not a dog, you know.  I guess for that reason, everytime she starts to lose a tooth, she "crowns" it.  At least, that's what I hear.  I don't know how she gets away with crowning for she is no where near a royal!

As I am thinking of teeth, I remember what my Uncle Red Dog told me.  The goodness of a tooth depends on its use.  And, the best tooth is the one never used in anger.  Since Uncle Red Dog had no teeth, I guess he didn't have a best tooth.  Uncle Red just proves that good advice doesn't come unblemished.

And, I guess a new year is just like Uncle Red Dog's advice.  It doesn't come unblemished  It is practiced good intent that counts.

GOOD INTENT