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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