BIG DADDY CASH

 

Hey, I'm looking back to see if you are looking back to see what I am looking back to see. You are looking at Big Daddy in person. Isn't he a handsome devil? Just kidding! I wanted you to meet me, so that you could see that I'm just ordinary. Really, I'm 76 and full of tricks. My desires are much the same as yours, I don't want to be rich, just noticed. I found out late in life (but it's never to late) that you can be anything, do anything, and have everything. The only requirement is that you have to be willing to try. I've reached my goal when I can help others to reach theirs, what ever it my be (There are no limits). Presently, I am happy, successful, and free and I want to write a literary masterpiece that will last through life and eternity.
Pen Name: Big Daddy Cash



What you will find in my written material has not been edited to correct grammatical, functional and occasional spelling mistakes. I label my magical content My Way because that is exactly what it is; My Way. My signature, personality, thoughts and ideas, are presented in the only way I know and I refuse to change it because it comes from my heart not from an English book, dictionary or thesaurus. It’s hard for me to let a publisher edit my books because they all want to do them their way and I readily admit that their way may be right but my way is me and that is the way I want it to be. What I have written in my books I have written just for YOU my reader, so please don’t judge me by my use or misuse of grammar and words, judge my books by the intent and the content. I have two great passions that I like to portray with my written word, Happiness and the Rewards Life has to offer. Therefore read what I have written Your Way but keep in mind it is written My Way.

You have heard me talk about the writer in me well there is also a reader and a critic in me. The reader/critic is one person and the writer is another both having different personalities. I’m what is called a student of the hard knocks university. I write poems and short stories and I do them my way. The division between the two personalities causes emotional adversity, what can one say to the other or what can they do or not do? Thank God the workings of the inner mind can work out the differences. In the outer world the division can be hostile, the critic rejoices in the death of a writer and likes nothing better than scattering the writer’s bones. Well that’s one of the reasons they call me the maverick of poetic endeavors

Remember me when you write your amazing poetry, I’m the one who lives for its beauty and chemistry. There is a light shining down through the darkest sky. The beacon sent to guide me to that garden on high.

Remember me when the warmest breeze kisses your ear, With your words of mercy and your kind words that cheer. For where the bird flies and the bell tolls my shadow lies. It will fall upon you and you’ll see me through divine eyes.

Remember me I’m the mystery that dwells in your heart, The compelling thoughts and fertile seed of thy poetic art. For when the robin sings and the little white cloud cries, The music and the teardrops capture the hope it implies.

Remember me I’m the cool water that refreshes your soul, The moisture of baptismal waters giving youth to behold. For convictions are subtle in the whirlpool of tranquility. Letting peace and happiness enter the world of reality.

Remember me I’m the foundation of all of humanity, The body and soul of human nature existing in vanity. For my heart joins the very fibers of true existence. Letting you bask in the glory of your own persistence.

SEA WITCH

Proud she stood upon the sands
Her poetic thoughts of distant lands.
She must pick her words with care.
Bitter her inner thoughts of dispair.

Cascading tears of bittersweet memories
Tormented from the depth of her anxieties.
Black anquish the depressed agonies of her defeat.
She stands upon the sands shedding tears of relief'

Her emotions wrapped up in the tapestry of misery.
Her darkest dreams are the witches of her mystery.
Casting shadows across the raging seas
It's only empathy that she sees.

DREAMER

Beautiful dreamer invade my slumbering night
Creations of beauty enhancing my mind sight
Lovers of many years past envisioned in my memory
Broken hearts restored in the mind set of clemency

Moments of loveliness compete with adversity
Tracing the illusion of peace and tranquility,
Doves fly in harmony with Scavengers of the night.
Beautiful dreams in harmony with purest delight.

Beautiful dreamer envision life in blue rhapsodies
On the beaches where sand castles are a daily activities
Dreaming each moment of everlasting proclivity
Steadfastness defaulting any memories of Hostility.

Beautiful dreams keeping me from losing my sanity,
In a world of confusion, delusion and catastrophe.
Beautiful dreamer keep all my tears and fears at bay.
And when I awake tomorrow it will be a better day.

KING MY FELINE FRIEND

**K I N G**

This is a story about a furry four legged friend of mine. He seems to be the leader of all the stray cats in my neighborhood. For years he’s avoided the dog and cat catchers that patrol our streets looking for strays. I call this boy King primarily because he rounds up and watches over all the homeless cats that have chosen to run free. King is a black and white Tom who always looks like he just stepped out of a meat grinder.

I first met king several years ago when I found him half dead along side the road. His front legs were broken, his body was tattered and torn and his left eye was torn right out of its socket. Most any animal in the shape that he was would have wanted to die. King was different and had a strong will to survive. I honestly feel that if I hadn’t nursed him back to health he would have done it on his own.

King won my affection right from the start, this little four legged creature crawled right into my heart. There was a bond between us even though he’d always run free. When ever he needed help he’d always come back to me. I’m the only human that he’ll come to for love and I find it an honor that he excepts and trusts me.

Yes, King is the leader of a whole kingdom of strays. He teaches them to survive in a good many ways. He shows them the best places to dine in his neck of the woods and I know he believes the best place is mine, Cashes Short Order House. Every day he brings new ones and everyday he loses a few but I know they’re all thankful for the things he’s willing to do. King is one of a kind and being a free hobo was his destiny. That’s the way it was, it is and will always be. If animals could write books the King would go down as a giant in their history.

King has his idiocies but that’s part of what makes him stand all alone. He won’t eat from the same dish that the other cats eat from and when the other cats eat he sits not far away to watch and protect them. He won’t let another human being come near or touch him ( except for me). As tough as he is, king craves love and attention and as far as I know I’m the only one he lets give it to him. He loves his ears scratched and his belly tickled and when I do this he purrs like a baby kitten.

King has good reason not to trust us two legged creatures. Because of his rough, tough, and dirty appearance the kids throw sticks and stones at him and sometimes squirt him with the hose. It’s no wonder he's always leery and afraid to make friends with them. Some of my lovely neighbors would set traps for cats or put out food that was poisoned or had ground glass in it. I sometimes find it hard to care for some of these two legged creatures it’s hard enough just to tolerate them.

Since the first time that I patched King up he knows where to come when he needs fixen. Besides having one eye he’s lost half of one ear and his right front leg is only a stub, but he’s still the most beautiful cat that I know.

Regardless of the shape that he’s in if he could speak he’d tell you he was the doing just fine for the shape he was in. He carries is wounds like metals of honor and always holds his head high. What a guy!

It isn’t unusual for king to disappear for a day or two or even a week or two. Even though I worry, somehow I know he’ll come back and he always does. This time he’s been gone for several weeks but I haven’t given up hope someday soon I’ll find him or hear him scratching at my back door. Then I’ll scratch his ears and his belly and listen to the music of his kitten like purr r r r r r................!

That’s all I have to say about my four legged stray. Except I know he'll be back someday.

THE LANDLORD LIVES IN THE BASEMENT

Being a land lord can make anyone turn old and gray. I've been a landlord for just a few years and I think I've aged twenty-five years or more. I've got to be God, the Judge and the jury; I've got to be the father, grandfather, the bishop the pastor and the priest. I've got bottoms to wipe, teardrops to blot, fights to referee, the whole life of a landlord is a menagerie. When the lives of all my renters have been mended my days not through, it's just begun. Now I have the holes in the walls to repair, doors to fix, toilets, phones, and TV's too. Hold on that's not it yet, I still have the lawns to mow, trees to prune, fences to repair and last but not least weeds to pull. Now after all this I'm dam lucky if I can collect the rent.

When you own your own building, excuse me, when the building owns you. . .you've got to be all things, . . at all times. . .to all of your renters.

It's a sin for you to get sick or be tired and if you run out of steam you can't be fired. Being a landlord is really a bitch. Don't get me wrong it has it's rewards it's just that I haven't had time to find out what they are.

All I know is that when things go wrong they all say go see the landlord he lives in the basement. Why is it when I have a problem I have to go see me?

I've got to love them, understand them, reprimand them, and command them. I'll do all of these things if you call me in my apartment downstairs. You see, I'm the master of my domain and being a master means I do all the work. Go see the master he'll know what to do the tenants are fighting in forty two twenty two. Hey landlord the drains are backing up in forty two sixteen. My husband came home drunk and beat me up in forty two eighteen. There's a fire in the kitchen in forty two twenty...Hey, that's where I live, I even have my own problems to fix.

When I first started land lording in the year nineteen ninety nine I thought this will be great most the rent I collect will be mine. If I buy only fourplexes I can live in one free and I'll make all my tenants part of my family. "WOW". . Was I ever mistaken! What I bought was hard work, disappointment and misery and a tenant family that would redirect my destiny.

I can tell you stories that you wouldn't believe about being the owner and manager of rental property. There are times when your tenants are out of work and you have to create jobs so they can survive. Then there's the time when you get woke up at two, police cars all over the place, your renter's son has just robbed the corner convenient store. You get a call early in the morning from your tenant next door telling you that her baby is do and nobody in her house knows what to do. Then there are the calls you get from your neighbors telling you that your renters are partying too late and to loud. Oh, there's the call that comes from Tim Buck Two my cars broken down and I need you. I can go on and on it never ends whether I take it with a grain or lose my mind that depends.

Go see the landlord he lives in the basement right down the stairs. He's the nicest landlord and he'll fix anything because he really cares.

Now let me tell you about the Bimbo's you inherit when you buy property. I had a couple that was really misfits to our society. There was the Don Dean situation that really was a joke. He was my first eviction and you can believe me it was far from being sweet. I asked this man to get out and you could really feel the heat. He said he'd stay for as long as he pleased and there was nothing I could do. The law protects the renter and the landlord can go to hell. So I had the board of health close down his unit and I moved his shit out in the street. He swore that he'd make my life miserable and that I'd be sorry we ever met. That was three years ago and the man is still a threat.

The next one was a lady and I won't mention her name but she was a real conniver and knew how to play the game. She had lived in her unit for the past six months free and figured she could get another six by pulling the con on me. I told her right up front she had to bring her rent up to date and if she refused she'd have to vacate. She just laughed at me and as I walked out the door, and I heard her say, "Old man, I'll live here as long as I want, you can't get rid of me just try and you'll see." That night she had a party, I guess to celebrate her victory. I had her place raided at three o'clock that morning and now she's got a new home and I guess you could say it's rent free.

Now there's a moral to this story and if you want to find out more, the landlord lives in the basement so just knock on his door.

What's the fools' name? Why it's Big Daddy Cash!

A LOVE AFFAIR

PINGSING

This story is every word the truth. I never in my wildest imagination expected anything so wonderful to happen to me. Pingsi really loved me as I loved her. She gave me the best of times while they lasted and it was the hardest thing I've ever done to set her free. I met her on July 17 and put her on a "727" August 18. Our love affair was very short but she gave me more in that short time then anyone ever has in my entire life time.



I'm going to tell you a real love story about an outstanding lady that recently came into my life. This lovely lady was much more the just a falling star she was a blast of stars from the whole galaxy. Her outstanding beauty and affectionate personality completely captured my heart and soul and left me in a dizzy blissfamy (The prison of love).. What can I say? I'm still stunned by the splendor of her individuality. All I can say is she brought out the little boy, young man, Lover and Saint in me.

One month ago almost to the day I walked into Zion's Bank to talk to somebody about refinancing. The lines were long so I had quite a wait. While waiting in line I couldn't help noticing a new girl behind one of the desks. My God she was enchanting. I couldn't help staring at her, she had me mesmerized, every once in a while she'd catch me watching her and I'd have to look away in embarrassment.

I don't know how to describe it but everything about her had me caught in a magic spell, her engaging smiled, her every delightful movement, the musical splendor of her voice and most of all her extraordinary beauty.

When I reached the end of the line she beckoned me over to her desk. She was so completely enchanting that I forgot what I'd come to the bank for. When I opened my mouth nothing would come out and finally after regaining control of my vocal cords I mumbled, I came here specially to see you. She laughed and said my names Pingsing and that broke the ice.

We talked for about 30 minutes and it was for sure I'd made a very special friend. I forgot to mentioned the real reason why I'd come to the bank. That would have to be put off until another day.

When I got home all I could think about was her, I wanted to hold her and hug her and kiss her and love her. There is no doubt about it she had captured my heart hook, line and sinker. I was as excited as a little kid under the tree on Christmas morning.

For the rest of the day her lovely face materialized where ever I looked. She was on my TV, my computer, my doors and my walls and the ceiling. She was everywhere I happen to gaze. I was completely enthralled by her presence.

Finally when I came back to my senses I realized that Pingsing could never be more than a friend, after all I was more then twice her age. The only way I could ever have her would be in my dreams and my fantasies'. But even knowing didn't help because I was burning up with desire. I never felt this way about any other women before and I was married and loved a wonderful woman for 26 years.

That night I couldn't sleep just thinking about her. The more I thought about her the more in love I became. Finally I sat down and put my feelings to rhyme. This is what I wrote and what I felt at the time.

I Call Her Pingsi

I met the fairest maiden . . . In a West Valley town.

She was a gleaming orchid. . .in a Godly woven gown

I know I won't forget her. . .as long as I may live

For she was the fairest flower. . that God could ever give.

Beautiful and lovely. . . and as charming as could be.

I knew I had to have her. . . that she was meant for me.

Her lips were sweet and tender. . and filled my heart with bliss

I knew I had to hold her close. . and I longed for that first kiss.

She was mine for just a moment and she stole my heart away.

Now she's vanished into nowhere. .Left me in dismay.

How can I live with out her. . .She was right for me

The fairest maiden of them all. .Is now just history.

I know I can't forget her . . . And it's plain to see.

That she'll always be in my heart as a lovely fantasy.

As you can plainly see it was love at first sight you should also know that I was completely blinded by my feelings. After living so many years alone, had love made that magical entry into my lonely life.

The bank where Pingsi worked happened to be located in the store where I bought all my groceries. For the next few days I made more trips to that store then I usually make in two or three months. I bought flowers each day and put them on her desk with no note but I know she knew they were from me. Finally out of desperation I asked her out to lunch and was shocked and surprised when she said she'd love to go. That was the beginning of the most beautiful and exciting love affair of my entire life.

Right from the start I was aware of the vast years that separated us in age not in mind. I tried everything to justify our togetherness. I even wrote letters to my closest friends asking for advice and their opinions. I guess I was hoping that they would say it's all right, love conquers all. I wrote the following note to a friend hoping that the reply would be, go for it my friend.

It's not really lust it's love and I won't let it get out of hand but she makes me feel like I'm 30 again. Her name is Pingsing and she's a real sweetheart, beautiful and smart. She's been my friend and companion for about three weeks and I'm really having a ball. I guess the easiest way to describe her is that she is very caring compassionate, real passionate and loving and has a lot to offer that special deserving someone. She's been hurt in the past so I guess it's fair to say that she's come to me on the rebound. Believe me , I'm not foolish enough to actually think that I'm that special deserving someone but I've been here for her and she's been great for me. Hell, I'm 40 years older then she is but right at the present I'm as good a lover as any man her age so is it wrong to want to enjoy it as long as I can. I can give her the best for a while and then let her go. Don't you think that having the best for a while is better then never having had the best at all?

By the way she's an oriental girl and there's no way in the world that I can pronounce her oriental name. That's all I have to say except I care enough to let her go if and when she finds that very special someone.

Pingsi and I did things together that I haven't done in years. Her likes and dislikes were the same as mine. We went bowling, to the movies, to art galleries, horse shows and fairs. We took long walks with my animals and had lunch in the park Everything we did together turned out to be real special. Everything together was heavenly and divine.

Pingsi would do things just to give me happiness and pleasure. I know she was falling in love with me and I definitely had fallen for her.

Most of the people I knew frowned on our affair and called me that dirty old man. I was always writing notes trying to get the approval of my closest friends. Here's another plea from my heart trying to get them to understand.

This lady is something real special. Last night while I was working She did my laundry and cleaned my house up as neat as a pin. This morning when I got home she had breakfast waiting for me (steak and eggs and biscuits smothered in home made gravy.) She stayed at my house last night but she's not living with me.(Not yet anyway). She has a roommate that parties a lot so she likes to come over to my place and watch TV and play with Lady and Charley. She has a sister age 36 who's married to a guy 22 years older than she. She tells me that in her country it's not unusual for women to marry men much older then they are. But damn it, I'm old enough to be her grandfather. As a matter of fact I'm 20 years older then her father. This morning you asked me what was going on with me and my new lady friend well, she's still just a friend but she shows me more affection then any one ever has. Last Sunday we went bowling, to dinner and to a movie, the first time I've done anything like that in years. When I took her home we sat in the car and talked for hours. I even got in a little smooching. No I haven't made love to her yet, but I'm ready when ever she's ready. Ready and willing and willing and willing. When I'm not with her I dream about making mad passionate love to her and taking her all around the world, if you know what I mean.

I sent this message trying to be as macho as I could be, but deep down inside I wanted somebody to agree that it was alright for Pingsi and me. Pingsi is fixing an authentic Chinese dinner for us tonight. A few of my friends will be here and I think we're going to have a gourmet delight.

Pingsi just walked into the room so I've asked her to introduce herself and add a little something nice to my story.


hi , im sitting here with cashman and he asked me to type out a short message. my nickname is pingsing but cashman calls me pingsy. i like it when he calls me pingsy the way he says it is cute. i work at zions bank as a teller and go-fer. the bank is in the smith store where cashman buys his groceries. i'm a native American(born in the USA) but my family comes from Taiwan. they lived in Nanjing and still call it their home. my father owns a furniture company in Taipea, Taiwan's largest city. cashman is the nicest and sweetest person i know. . cashman wanted me to say hello, so hello from me.


If someone loves you,
love them back unconditionally,
not only because they love you,
but because they are teaching you to love
and opening your heart and eyes to things
you would have never seen or felt without them

From the moment I saw her, to the moment I met her, to the moment I dated her, to the moment I made love to her, they were all moments to remember. She was, is, and will always be the best of the best things that ever happened to me. I cherish all of the wonderful attributes that make her what she is and will always be.

I was comfortable with life as it was; I had the love of my friends, the love of my animals, and the love of my God. What more in life could a man want? I thought I had it all. Oh how wrong I was, you see the love of a good women is the best thing in life that there is. I was always the one to give love and I thought that was the way it should be but to be loved and adored by a very special women is the most wonderful feeling that God gave to man. To be loved for no other reason then love is unconditional and that's what I had, and that's what I felt. And the feeling was the most marvelous feeling, in all of the world, the universe and well beyond.

What I had with Pingsi was not just an affair; it was the kind of affair that people have dreamed about since the beginning of time. It fulfilled my ultimate needs and gave me the strength to carry on.

The affair had to end because of the difference in our ages, and I knew that well. Oh how well I knew that! I knew it would be selfish of me to let it continue on. The decision had to be mine and not hers because wisdom comes with age. I also know that her culture respects the wisdom of time.

Mid week in our last week together I told her I was cutting all ties and setting her free. I told her that I knew she loved me and that it was my love for her that directed my decision. It was by no doubt the hardest love that anyone can give to another. I was so relieved that she accepted my wishes but that was the kind of women she was, she is and will always be. That was my Pingsi.

Two nights later she called me and told me she was going back to Taiwan to work in her family's business and she wanted me to grant her one last favor (she called it a wish). She said her plane would depart Monday morning at three and that she wanted to spend her last weekend in the USA with me. How could I say no? The truth is I really don't want her to go but I know that it's something that has to be. I want her to find someone closer to her age, someone to show her true love and be there to map out her destiny. For me...It has to be enough to know that she loves me and that I'll always have a small part of her heart. I know that no matter where she goes and no matter what she does she'll find happiness because that's the way she is. So I promised her a weekend that she could remember for the rest of her life.

Saturday night we spent most the night talking, hugging and kissing. We laughed, we cried, and we shared each others thoughts and emotions. At midnight we danced to our favorite song under the stars, on the lawn, in my back yard. We danced until two in the morning and then laid down under the weeping willow tree cuddled gently but tightly in each other's arms. We slept there until dawn.

Early Sunday morning we went to breakfast at the Hilton. The hotel has two restaurants we dined at Trofi's. The servers had promised me that they'd make our breakfast a real special event and I knew they would because they're all friends of mine. We had a magnificent breakfast and then I gave her a grand tour of the hotel all the way from the parking levels to the roof top. The view from the roof top is much better at nights, with all the city lights, but it's a beautiful view anytime of the day. Afterwards we took a long walk through the downtown city streets and we even visited the temple grounds. When we got back to my place we had banana splits at the picnic table in my back yard, watched an Elvis show on TV and played with the computers the rest of the day. It doesn't sound to exciting but for us it was perfect. In the evening we had a candle lit diner for two each of us sharing in its preparation. We even fixed something special for Charley and Lady our four legged friends. We went to bed early because we had to get up at two to get to the airport by three.

We both had tears in our eyes as we said our goodbyes and she boarded her plane.

I went straight home after seeing her off. Since I work graveyard at the Hilton I usually go to bed about noon and sleep until 6 or 7o'clock. But I got home at 4 o'clock went right to bed and slept all through the day until 8 o'clock that evening.

When I woke up I realized that I hadn't lost Pingsi she'd been with me all day. She was there in my dreams and I dreamed of her the whole day through. She was my fantasy but to me she was as real as real can be. Now I know when I go to bed thinking of her I'm going to be with her.

That evening, before I went to work, I wrote a little jingle that describes how I felt. I wrote several verses but this one says it all;

Only in my dreams can I enjoy the magic of your charms.

Because when I dream you're right there in my arms

Only in my dreams can I enjoy the magic of your kiss

Because when I dream you belong to one and only me

So when I dream, I dream of you the whole night through

I dream of you, of doing all the things you want me to.

You are mine and I am yours but it is just a fantasy.

It's only in my dreams and it's only bliss for me.

Crazy Joe Dingus and a Policeman named Charley McBride

Joe Dingus is a black Lab. that had a very rough and tough time the first few years of his life. Joe was the runt in a family of very fancy show dogs. He was to small and had the wrong bone and head structure to be a show dog. The breeders didn't want to have him put away so they turned him loose in the wilderness to fend for himself. He was about 12 weeks old and the odds were against him but at least he had a fighting chance to survive.

The first part of my story is how little Joe Dingus would tell it, if he could speak to you as I do.

It was cold dark and stormy and I knew I was a long way from home. The sky was growling and dumping water all over me. I was so frightened that I was shaking and crying for my mommy. I couldn't understand why my masters had gone away and left me in this scary place. Had I done something wrong? Was I being punished? I just didn't know.

I wandered for hours looking for something familiar, some way to find my way home. Finally out of exhaustion and fear I fell asleep under a great big tree. When I woke up the sun was shining friendly and brightly from a clear blue sky. It was such a beautiful morning that I forgot for a moment how hungry and lonely I was. For a little while I romped and played in the warm rays of the sun but soon I realized that I was all alone and a long way from home. I longed and craved for my mommy and wanted to cuddle up to her and suckle on her nipples and fill my empty tummy. I searched for miles and miles for my mommy and daddy and something to eat. Finally I laid down in the shade and cried myself to sleep.

When I awoke it was dark and creepy and I could hear all kinds of scary strange things. I could hear water running and it reminded me how thirsty and hungry I was. I followed the sound and soon I found a stream of cold running water. I tasted so good that I drank until my tummy hurt. All of a sudden I heard what sounded like people laughing and shouting close by so I ran as fast as I could to see if my masters had come back for me.

Down the stream I saw a bunch of men around a fire, they were all carrying big sticks and acting real funny. As I run up to greet them a big boom came from one of their sticks and something hit me along side my head, it hurt bad so I turned and run away from them. They chased me for awhile but it was dark and I finally lost them. My head was throbbing and covered with blood but most of all I was as scared as can be. I didn't know why these people were mean to me when all I wanted to do was be friendly.

I was hurt, I was tired and I was awfully hungry but I had lots of water to drink and that helped make up for the lack of food. My head finally quit bleeding so I took a dip in the stream to wash away the dried blood and the cold water helped to take the pain away. Part of my ear was missing but nothing else seemed to be the matter with me. One good thing came out of this, I learned my first lesson and I learned it well.

The next day I crept back down stream where I'd seen the men, they were gone but they left lots of food in a great big can so I ate what I could and buried the rest for another time. Somehow I knew that I was all alone and I'd have to learn to survive all on my own.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and each day I learned something new to keep me safe and healthy. You might say someone was watching over me because all things came kind of naturally. It wasn't such a bad life I was even starting to enjoy being free. I learned how to hunt for my food, find safe comfortable shelter and I even made friends with other four legged creatures like me. Well, they were almost like me.

Joe Dingus spent two years living as a wild animal. During this time he had many exciting and heroic experiences, each one could make an interesting short story. He became a master at survival and his unusual foresight and superior intellect made him a very special canine. Many times Joe was cruelly mistreated by his so called two legged superiors, hunters and campers who somehow found pleasure in animal abuse. No matter how badly Joe was treated he never lost the ability to show love and compassion to all living things. His temperament was always mild and congenial unless it was a fight for survival for either he or his friends.

Joe Dingus was almost three years old when his life made another incredible change. A change that brought him world wide recognition and brought fame to his name. Two children were swimming in Montero Bay when a hungry shark spotted them and was well on his way to dinner. Joe Dingus was on a cliff way above them when he spotted the shark making his attack. His phenomenal sense warned him of tragedy and without hesitation he jumped from the cliff and managed to pull both children to safety before the shark struck. It was an unbelievable rescue and a mighty battle but somehow Joe got away with the loss of only one leg. Hundreds of people witnessed the entire event from the shore. One person, a policeman named Charley McBride, jumped in and pulled Joe Dingus out of the water. He put a tourniquet above the missing leg and saved Joe Dinguses life.

There was an immediate bond between Charley McBride and Joe Dingus. Charley nursed Joe back to health and worked with him until he was almost as good on three legs as he'd been on four. The love between them grew and soon they were inseparable companions

Charley was a narcotics detective for the U.S. Customs and Border Protection Department. Realizing what a remarkable dog Joe Dingus was he decided to make him a narcotics detector and demo dog. Joe Dingus was a quick learner and soon he was able to detect explosives, chemicals, currency, people and drugs. He was also Charley McBride's demo to educate the public on the danger of drugs.

Charley McBride and Crazy Joe Dingus as a team were committed to doing everything possible to stop the flow of illegal drugs and associated crimes. Their efforts alone were responsible for more then 1500 arrests of drug traffickers and dealers. As a dynamic duo they were dedicated to bring down the leaders of crime syndicates and bring justice whatever lengths it took.

Over the next five years Crazy Joe Dingus recovered over 25 million dollars worth of illegal drugs. He was awarded recognition in the Humane Societies Canine Heros Walk of Fame.

Not only had they become experts in the detection of narcotics but the dynamic duo stopped thefts of millions in currency and gold bullion from the U.S. mint at the Federal Depository in San Francisco.

A once discarded puppy whose breeders decided wasn't worth saving had survived all the obstacles put in his path and become a National Hero. He never gave up and he did things his way.

Thank You I really enjoyed writing this story.