When President Trump first started yakking about Panama, it sounded like a distraction or diversion. Flood the zone with initiatives to baffle the opposition. I was wrong. The Panama Canal was slipping away.
Author: Richard Nestoff (Page 7 of 70)
For a guy who never had his own dog, it was very good luck that Sparky was the dog I ended up with. It is amazing how similar we are:
The ball pit is a partial success. Sparky likes scrounging for treats, but when he gets in or out, he climbs over the side. The side is foam, so the wall collapses with his weight. If a ball is knocked out, he chases the ball and chews it up.
I’ve been trying to talk him into using the footstool to get in and out, but he keeps forgetting.
There are about two inches of air between that lacy ice and the water. I have to trust that Sparky’s husky senses would be tingling if the ice were too thin. He’d resent not being allowed to try his luck.
A few days ago, Sparky enjoyed the Snuffle Diving Challenge. That was put together with whatever was handy. Sparky needs a proper ball pit. Today, four hundred 2.25 inch balls arrived from Amazon. When something new comes into the house, if it looks fun, Sparky assumes it’s for him.
I’ve been scanning and organizing old photos.
This is my favorite photo of my mom. Since her birthday was two days ago, she would have been 96, I thought I’d post it.
Jon Stewart is talented and astute. He’s much funnier when he is attacking the other guys.
Sparky likes scrounging for food, so we have a new enrichment activity. A box was filled with a bunch of balls, then little chunks of Blue Buffalo Nudges were thrown in. The treats look like bits of Salisbury steak. Sparky would have stayed at it all day if I hadn’t called him off.
These are my students on our field trip to Cedar Point for Physics Day in 2011. They are all weird in their own way. I picked the year at random, because it doesn’t matter.
Bill Gates makes a good point about students being over diagnosed, labeled and medicated.