Thursday, July 19, 2007

Update

I haven't been able to post anything for the last two days because I've been working like a dog moving rocks with the loader (left) and I've had limited connectivity. I just now fixed the connectivity problem, but due to the continued presence of about 10 tons of rubble in my driveway probably will not be posting anything about food until tonight or tomorrow morning.

After that, who knows? The quarry is delivering 18 tons of 3/4 inch gravel and, well, I'm going to have to move that too.
BTW, I suppose there was time when the simile working like a dog made some sense. But I've not seen a dog do a stitch of real work in a dog's age. I mean, look at my dog there. He's good for nothing, his forelegs aren't even long enough to reach the steering wheel.

5 comments:

Tags said...

Want some help? Right now I'm an unemployed computer network analyst and have time to spare.

blondee47 said...

What are u building?

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georg said...

I have a basset. The poor thing can't even make it up a flight of stairs without tripping on his ears or other dangling bits. About all he's good for is waking the neighbors. BawOOOOOO.

Jennie/Tikka said...

I have two dogs - a female Black Lab and a male Australian cattle dog/English pointer combination (I know this because he spontaneously points at birds!)

Their greatest use is providing bodyguard services for my 1 year old male Siamese mix, who has the personality of Robert deNiro in Taxi Driver and The King of Siam in The King and I, all wrapped up into one. Without those dogs the rest of the neighborhood kitties would kick his ass in a heartbeat!

They do provide us with occasional food disposal services when we don't have enough left to wrap up and put in the fridge.

IdahoRocks said...

When the family dog ate everything from new garden plants to my son's winter jacket, we were delighted to give him (the dog) to a friend who just loved the dog. Now we have cats who come into the garden, attack the rake, and then beg for a quick scratch before jumping onto the nearest post, tree, etc. As for the work, well, my husband is 77 yrs. and I'm 55 yrs. and we still haul rock, prune trees, dig weeds, plant veggie starts, and can our brains out in the fall. Oh yeah, and every spring we shovel out 3-4 loads of Scottish Highland Beef manure into the various sections of our several acres of garden. But we eat mostly our own home-grown food, we plant a vast variety of food from San Marzano tomatoes to ancho chilies to beans to potatoes to herbs to kohlrabi, and then can, pickle, freeze and otherwise preserve all of it. We eat only our own homemade bread, jams, pickles, preserves, sauces, passatas, and etc. And all of our meats are home raised, no hormones no antibiotics. So, you go Bob, forget the blog for a day or more and luxuriate in the pleasures of your work. Living and working can be such simple yet rewarding delights. Ah, the sweet, simple pleasures of life....