Or maybe you’re just punishing me?
Well, so much for my hunger…er…blog strike.
I thought I could wait you guys out and someone would deliver up a wildlife cam for our shared enjoyment…but no. Not quite.
Turns out you’re a far more hardened bunch than I realized. Guess I’d better bone up on my passive resistance techniques or try another approach. How does regret hit you?
Take a gander at the Dozer-based chaos that wasn’t caught on film. Exhibit A is this venture into a bag of vacuum cleaner-based garbage (almost entirely composed of black dirt and hair) in the pursuit of an empty Styrofoam container and what was probably an eggshell or papaya skin.
At least the vacuum cleaner was still nearby…
Note the excessive amount of hair contained in the rifled through garbage. I have an endless problem with the furry beast, especially since summer (and occasional 90-degree days) have come. I brush him…really, I do…but it doesn’t seem to help. I suppose with dog grooming courses I could make some real traction, but I already have far too many “careers” and irons in the fire to start down that road.
Or maybe you would have preferred to see him tear through these snacks?
Nonetheless, the King is my boy, and food theft is the cost of doing business when you live with a Malamute. In fact, when he was a puppy I met a woman who told me she’d been reduced to keeping her trash can on top of her fridge.
In other news…there isn’t much other news.
I’m about to start writing a new book…but I think I’m going to put the venture up on Kickstart and see if someone (ahem) won’t help me make ends meet while I do so. I have – as I mentioned – about five side businesses, but I would honestly pare my life down to just writing fiction (and of course this blog, which by the way is now four years old. Happy Birthday, blog! Sorry I’m such a neglectful parent. Thank god you don’t need food or you’d be dead.) if I could.
However, until that day comes, I’ll just continue freelance writing, giving hypnotherapy sessions, running workshops, helping out a local caterer, renting out my guest room to complete and total strangers (this is the first thing that’s going away as soon as I can swing it. Even though most everyone has been lovely, I really rather hate having other people in my house and having to fake like I’m thrilled they’re here. I would be a TERRIBLE bed and breakfast purveyor.) and selling drugs.
Just kidding on that last one, Mom and Dad. Selling drugs and having complete and total strangers sleep in your house don’t mix, so I went with the less dangerous (???) option.
Tags: Alaskan Malamutes are shameless., All right. All right. Apparently a moiton sensitive camera is too much to ask for. I suppose that makes a new MacBook out of the question?, Be prepared to be begged upon again soon. I learned from my dog which is another way of saying I'm damn good at it., Even though it's only about once or twice a month now and for two or three days at a time...I really kind of hate having people in my house., humorous observations, I can't believe he reached over the baby gate to destroy a garbage bag of his own fur and dirt., I have got to find some more writing based forms of income. I kind of don't want to do what I don't want to do if you know what I mean., Life, me me me, My dog eats anything., My dog is a garbage disposal., My MacBook is so diseased. It's crashed four times during the writing of this post., random musings