Biker George went for a ride to visit an old farmer/biker friend he ain’t seen in a long time. The farmer was showing George around the farm & then said "Watch this!" He gave a whistle & his little dog came running from the house, herded the cattle into the corral, & then latched the gate with her paw. "Wow, that's some dog! What's her name?" The forgetful farmer thought for a minute & then asked, "What do you call that red flower that smells good & has thorns on the stem?" "A rose?" "That's it!" The farmer turned to his wife. "Hey Rose, what do we call this dog?"

Proverbs 10:7 (KJV) The memory of the just is blessed…