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Sparky can’t resist Mr. Moose, so I exploit his love to challenge his intellect.
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It’s a full moon, so dogs gotta howl. Next time, we’ll wait until it gets dark.
The invasive, eel-like parasite has a round mouth filled with concentric rows of tiny teeth that could creep out a dentist. The varmint attaches to trout, salmon and other sport fish and slowly drains them of vital fluids. When the client’s bizarre catch hit the deck on the Campbells’ boat, the 10-inch lamprey released its hold and tried to get away, creating panic on the vessel.
At least they are blaming Covid and not Global Warming.
Making a good electric car is challenging. It’s also difficult to make a good aircraft. Making a flying car isn’t likely to be very good at either function, but it’s fun to see them try.
When I’ve asked colleagues what they intend to do after they retire, the stock answer is, “Whatever I want!”
That’s a bullshit answer, so I ask follow-up questions. “After eating Ben & Jerry’s ice cream for breakfast, how are you going to spend the rest of the day?”
Retirement is such a foreign concept, people think about it in weird ways, and it’s different than people expect.
“Because the truth is, we all know it: Discrimination still exists in America,” Mr. Biden told reporters in the Roosevelt Room.
Biden is correct. Discrimination still exists in America, and he likes it that way.
NYT: Racial Gaming in Admissions
NYT: Racial Gaming in Admissions
One of my Asian-American students asked if I believed in reverse discrimination. I told him there is no such thing as reverse discrimination, there is just discrimination, and elite colleges do it to Asian-American students all the time.
Happy ol’ Sparky, smelling the wild flowers and wagging his tail.
I don’t know if he cares about wild flowers, but some kind of plant makes him take a shit. I don’t know what kind of plant it is, because after he shits on it, I don’t want to get too close. He investigates the smell thoroughly, then he backs up the dump truck. He’s done that twice on one walk, so he is committed.
I’d like to ask him about that. Can he poop whenever he wants, and what makes him want to? I’d also like to ask him what happened to that ham bone. This afternoon, I gave him the rest of the ham bone from the other day. He didn’t seem interested. Maybe because it was cold or dried out from being in the refrigerator. A half-hour later, it was gone. He couldn’t have eaten it, the bone was bigger than his leg. There was nowhere for him to bury it. Do actual dogs bury bones? I’ve only seen that in cartoons.
Sparky is a wily bastard. He probably put it in my mailbox or glove compartment.
This wasn’t a tactic in my battle of wits with Sparky. He went for a walkabout yesterday, so one can understand that it looks like I was trying to entice Sparky into being happier at home. He is happy here, I’ve just been meaning to slice up a ham I had in the freezer, vacuum pack the ham slices and boil the ham bone for future use, it’s all routine.
After the ham bone was boiled, I thought Sparky might have some use for it.