So anyway, Like my "about me" section describes, I am a 35 year old guy and this blog is essentially my journal. My hope is that this journal will force me see the interesting things about life that happen every day but maybe I don't notice.
I guess I should clarify the name of the blog. One of my employees found a can of government supplied pork (in juices) and planted it in one of the work trucks so that I would find it. When I found it I had no idea what to think I just knew that the idea of gubm't pork was pretty funny. This can of pork has become our company mascot. it stays in the truck and travels to every job with us. When we take a picture of a completed project the can of gubm't pork is in the picture.
I have a dog. He poops in the tub (I'll get to that in a bit) and he is my best buddy. He does just about everything with me. He goes to work, he sleeps on the floor next to my bed and he sings along when I play the harmonica. His name is Hogan after Ben Hogan not Hulk. He is 1/2 hound 1/4 red heeler and 1/4 pitbull and 100% goofy. He is a little over a year old and has lived through Parvo, a rattlesnake bite and 4 days in the wilderness with one other dog when he was 5 months old. I wish he could talk and tell that story. I'm sure it would be pretty exciting. As I said he poops in the tub. Not always only when his neglectful owner doesn't realize he needs to go outside. I don't know where he learned that this would be the most appropriate place to do his business. He's seen me poop in the toilet but I try not to drink so much that I poop in the tub. All I can say is that I'm proud of him. I bet your dog doesn't have that kind of presence of mind. Yes I'm saying my dog IS better than your dog. Get over it! Okay maybe he 's not better. At least he wasn't today.
Today we made a trip to Petco because he came to work with me and stayed in the truck like a good dog and didn't complain once. I felt he was well deserving of a treat. About $30 later I was not feeling the same. Hogan has started to figure out how to mark his territory and he found a few toys he thought should be his, proceeded to lift his leg and give them a quick squirt! I was mortified but the elderly lady in the isle with us thought it was the funniest thing she'd ever seen. She said she was going to suggest a different toy but he had obviously made up his own mind and did not care to listen to her advice. Because I thought we were just popping in for a quick treat and not going on a shopping spree I didn't need a cart. So I got to pick up the toys and carry them to the counter. I was not looking forward to the explanation I was going to have to give to the cashier. Fortunately, I think, the cashier didn't seem to notice at all while he handled the pee soaked doggy toys. How does that happen? I guess what I'm trying to say is you really aren't having a bad day until you are cleaning dog pee off of toys in a convenience store bathroom!
OK Steve I will read your blog now and than. It is sweet to have a dog 'buddy' in your life I bet. Someone who never complains and gives you uncondtional love! We all need that. Great idea starting a blog! A friend and I did that earlier this year. But it is hard to agree upon how we wanted it to be presented. I need my freedom and I guess I would like to have my own some of these days. All the best of good luck to ya! Ps. If you know the ways in the kitchen and can prepare a meal for someone special, you won't be single that long! //A friend far away and from a long time ago
ReplyDeleteSo I was up *most* of the night with my 3 feverish boys...thinking this morning that not even coffee could get my brain going. Alas, you have done it. You not only got my brain going but I'm laughing early in the scrape-yourself-out-of-bed morning. Thanks. You should be blogging, for sure.
ReplyDeleteFor the insomnia, have you tried Calm Forte? It's herbal. Or you could just get a kid and then try, you just try and sleep.