The caption under the photo of a dog peaking into his master’s bedroom said, “I’ve been barking for the past 20 minutes and you keep telling me to shut up. Anyway ... your car is gone.”

No one is even sure what to call it — the ‘British Open’ is apparently offensive to those living in the UK; the ‘Open Championship’ seems pretentious, as if it’s the only Open of consequence in the world; and the plain ‘Open’ offends many Americans, who rightly say, ‘hey, we have…

The Saskatchewan government changed strategies in the COVID-19 fight last week.

Who never minds being interrupted in the middle of a sentence? The answer to the joke is “a convict”.

It’s hard to think about much else right now other than the dry conditions that so many of us are faced with. Across much of the Prairie Provinces and the Northern Great Plains, farmers and ranchers are dealing with drought, water shortages, and pests.

Four years ago, things were looking as bad for the Saskatchewan Party as they have looked since it took power in 2007.

I’m doing research for a novel set in the 1800s. And one reality that hits home for me, time and again, is how much people needed each other to survive, despite it being the days from which we derived the stereotypical image of The Westerner as the lone cowboy riding off into the sunset, going it alone.

This week’s joke: The manager called in his employee and handed him his pink slip, saying, “It’s my way or the highway. Here’s your fast pass to the freeway.”

Last week’s column exposed the first half (seven through 12) of the Dazzling Dozen — the 12 most compelling people in sports (from a Canadian’s perspective) — and now it’s time to list the top six.

The benefit of an older, more experienced government is they tend not to make the same mistakes ass newer ones.

Not everybody in sports is a star. For every Babe Ruth, there were a dozen guys like Joe Schlobotnik. For every Gordie Howe, there was a locker room full of Pat Falloons. Sports stars come and go.

Fans of old black and white B movies will not mistake the title of this column for a typo caused by a cat tiptoeing over my keyboard.

Homer Simpson once said, “Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They’re about to announce the lottery numbers.”

We can now go out and celebrate in Saskatchewan … that is, if we still remember how.After 16 months of COVID-19 restrictions, we may have forgotten how to party.

Fans of Major League Baseball have a plethora of young talent to drool over this year, with Shohei Ohtani, Vladimir Guerrero, Jr., Ronald Acuna, Jr., Jesse Winker and Fernando Tatis, Jr., all having spectacular years.

The handyman told his friend, “I couldn’t repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.” When government attempts to unite our country by enforcing regulations, opposing voices will become louder. So how can we begin to unite our country?

My mother was born here in 1930. But I didn’t come here until after she died. Last night, my neighbour Patsy was driving down Railway Ave. East (not to be confused with Railway Ave. West) as I was walking home from watering Maurice’s petunias.

It is said “It takes a village to raise a child”. Our family has realized that “it takes a town and the surrounding community to support and love a senior”!

I take responsibility for misunderstanding the obituary notice which was published recently for Joan C. Snyder in Your West Central Voice.

It’s hard to celebrate our past in the way we once did.