Monday, August 29, 2011

I'm gonna hire him out for building demolition.

There's something living under the Big Doghouse in Gitmo. The doghouse is in grave danger - possibly the whole power shed.

I don't know what it is, but Little Bear wants it bad. He wavers like a spiritual seeker between passionate beliefs - one minute he believes that if he only digs enough he can catch it: The next he's convinced that if he stands off and barks at it enough it'll come out to be eaten like a civilized creature. So far, frustration. But he hasn't given up.

He's getting on my nerves. I fully expect to find the building collapsed in ruins - possibly on top of him - when I return from this morning's geiger counters. If it lands on his head, it stands no chance of harming him.


Anonymous said...

heh, heh, living with dogs there is always drama.

LJH said...