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| SUN LAKES LIFESTYLES | SEPTEMBER 2024 | 71 At first I thought it was a pretty s****y job. en I saw what they charge! Between inconsiderate dog owners and coyotes it'd be a pretty sweet job. Barbara C. Well poo-ey! You mean I could have been making money at this all these years? I definitely missed my calling! Jeanne V. at's a load of poop. Delilah and Conan have Hollywood looks and Beverly Hills pricing. Good luck in this area. Victor G. WOW! Only $50 each. Such a bargain. Very funny. Ron S. But will they clean up aer Buddy the tortoise? He's kinda … fast? Bill & Judy C. is really is the Dog Days of Summer. Susan C. Sounds like a bunch of crap! Frank C. I do, I do want HIM to pick up ANYTHING for me! Betty B. I think we should look so "gorgeous" as "pooper scoopers!" I plan to start a competing business at $50 per poop … and litter box dumps with cat and dog treats included! Tom J. your comments: GET THE JOKE! I found the joke! Resident name (first & last): _________________________________ This was the joke: ________________________________________ Comments (we LOVE your notes - about anything!): _______________ _____________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ Send your entry to sunlakesnews@yahoo.com or drop it at the Main Clubhouse Last month's joke: Now back to the Get the Joke stuff: To win a free dinner, find the ad, article or just weird, out-of-place, completely made-up (and hopefully funny) item in this month's Lifestyles. When you find it, fill out the box and email it to sunlakesnews@yahoo.com before noon on the sixth of the month (or drop it off in the Main Clubhouse). If you are the first correct guess chosen at random, you will win a free dinner. Congratulations to this month's Dinner Winner: JEANNE VAUGHAN Please call Monica in the Admin. Office for your Sun Lakes Restaurant dinner. From Courtney, the publisher: When I was 12, my mom, 8-year-old sister Piper and I, along with my mom's best friend Sue and her two daughters, went on an eight-hour canoe adventure down the Niobrara river in Nebraska. The canoe-rental man drove us to the top of the river and said he'd meet us downstream, after the rapids. Before we shoved off, he threatened, "Whatever you do, DO NOT LOSE THE OARS. You WILL NOT get your $10 deposit back!" It was a hot day in July and we quickly discovered there's not a lot of shade on rivers. Also we weren't very good at canoeing. Our canoe kept drifting to the side and we had to lay flat as the branches from the brambly trees on the bank brushed over us. Less than an hour in, Sue decided it was too hot and removed her shirt and spent the day in just her bra. Piper and I shot a look at our mother, praying she wouldn't do the same. I don't remember if she did. She probably did and I've blocked the memory, in a PTSD response. Every hour or so, Sue and her girls would sing, "Boat cleaning!" and would pull over, splash water in their canoe and rinse it out. We watched them, perplexed at the joy they got from cleaning. Piper and I manned the oars while mother sat in the back, marveling aloud about how relaxing canoeing was. Hour five, a giant spider leapt from one of our branch encounters in to the front of our canoe. Piper scrambled to the back of the canoe and I was left to pound the spider to death with an oar. I moved toward the back too, as far away from the spider mess as I could. Hour seven, we heard the rapids. When we came around the bend, we realized it was a waterfall. Sue's party deftly pulled to the left where they could carry the canoe over a sand bank and around the danger. We were headed straight for it. Piper jumped out and swam to Sue. I immediately thought of the $10 deposit and threw the oars toward Sue, hoping she'd save them. Then I jumped out, leaving mom to ride the canoe over the waterfall alone. When I saw her go under the water with the canoe my first thought was, "I bet that cleans out the spider." After a long minute, mom bobbed to the surface near the canoe. She pulled it to the side and waved for me and Piper to come over. When we got to her, she yelled at me, "Why did you throw the oars!?" I was expecting a thank you. Piper inspected the canoe and said, "The spider's gone!" We never went canoeing again.

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