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Date: | Wed, 10 Dec 2003 17:28:15 -0600 |
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I see having an office doesn't automatically free one from the
distractions that make one unproductive at home. Skip the USB cables!
That's so last century! Go wireless!
-jc
On Dec 10, 2003, at 5:04 PM, Gabriel Orgrease wrote:
> Puppy!
>
> David & I go out on errands this afternoon and we take puppy with us.
> We have been taking puppy [Mud Slide] to the office with us so that
> Kathy can get some relief. When the two dogs are together in the house
> it drives everyone nuts because they keep barking at each other and
> running around wagging their tails. On our errands I buy puppy a box
> of dog biscuits and he is in the back seat trying to figure out how to
> open the box. No problem, only a few minutes of relief – he is happy
> to gnaw on his biscuits. Then as we are going to the post office
> David’s CD is playing a song by The White Stripes and the singer keeps
> singing, “I smell a rat. I smell a rat.” Well, just about then puppy
> lets one fly and we are now driving with the windows open. David asks
> me if there is substance to the issue. It appears only to be gas. So
> we get back to the office -- dog goes out to the back yard -- and we
> hook up the longer more expensive USB cable to relocate the printer so
> David & I can both get to it without falling over ourselves and puppy.
> Puppy barks a lot, so inside he comes and I give him his chew bone. No
> longer than it takes for me to send a few e-mails my computer goes
> blue screen with a fatal error. Seems puppy has now chewed and bitten
> through the USB cable. No moreprinter for now. So I talk to puppy.
> David says he will fix the cable. I recover my computer – no
> noticeable data loss. While David is fiddling with repairing the cable
> the puppy steps on David’s surge protector and shuts of his computer.
> We are now all of us busy recovering. Puppy has gone to sleep on his
> moving blanket.
>
> Well… that did not last long. The puppy did something to make David go
> stand in the open door for some fresh air. This caused puppy to wake
> up and run out the door and across the street. This is scary with the
> cars. We got him back, but not till after he had run around in the
> automotive repair yard with the bull mastiff on a chain. The car guys
> were real friendly, they all came out of their shop to help, even the
> old guy that looked to be in his eighties. Puppy gave us an
> opportunity to meet our neighbors.
>
>
> So we go back to work and after about a half hour I'm on the internet
> reading a story instead of doing what I'm supposed to be doing. David
> leans back in his chair and says to me he does not want to work any
> more. I agree. We are tired. We both go home.
>
> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/fandango.virtual/gator/
> Gator Springs Gazette, out of Glasgow, Scotland edited by my dear
> friend Carrie Berry.
> My contribution to the yearly quilt is under GO.
> If I ever get off my duff I'll get Pyrate published here as well.
>
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