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I had intended to post every day in July (as I did last year) but the Situation prevented that. Maybe I'll go for August instead. Or maybe I'll just concentrate on writing fiction.
Today's amusing story.
As you know, our schnauzer is exceptionally intelligent (although also notably neurotic). One of the things he does that he truly loves to do is fetch the paper in the morning. We open the door, tell him to "get the newspaper" a couple of times while gesturing, and then off he goes in sheer schnauzer-waggling delight at having this Important Task to do. He brings the newspaper in his mouth (shades of Vernor Vinge's A Fire Upon the Deep) back into the house, and gets a treat. A good deal all around.
For reasons too complicated to go into here, Twin B came over early this morning, too early for me to even be out of bed yet.
So eventually I did get up and come downstairs.
Me to spouse (in the kitchen): "Did the dog get the newspaper yet?"
Spouse: "No. Twin B brought it in when he got here."
Me to Twin B: "Did you get a treat?"
Twin B (rolling his eyes): "Dad offered me a treat, too."
I had intended to post every day in July (as I did last year) but the Situation prevented that. Maybe I'll go for August instead. Or maybe I'll just concentrate on writing fiction.
Today's amusing story.
As you know, our schnauzer is exceptionally intelligent (although also notably neurotic). One of the things he does that he truly loves to do is fetch the paper in the morning. We open the door, tell him to "get the newspaper" a couple of times while gesturing, and then off he goes in sheer schnauzer-waggling delight at having this Important Task to do. He brings the newspaper in his mouth (shades of Vernor Vinge's A Fire Upon the Deep) back into the house, and gets a treat. A good deal all around.
For reasons too complicated to go into here, Twin B came over early this morning, too early for me to even be out of bed yet.
So eventually I did get up and come downstairs.
Me to spouse (in the kitchen): "Did the dog get the newspaper yet?"
Spouse: "No. Twin B brought it in when he got here."
Me to Twin B: "Did you get a treat?"
Twin B (rolling his eyes): "Dad offered me a treat, too."