My wife likes to watch dog shows on Animal Planet. Sometimes they’re interesting. But I’ve always wondered why they don’t put the dogs through any kind of skill test…kind of like the talent contest in beauty pagents.
After all, these dogs are being judged to see how they compare to the breed standard, and most dogs are bred for a particular purpose or task. So how can a dog be judged best of breed if they don’t test to see if the dog can do what it was bred for? Sure, a dog can look good, but what if it’s dumb as a post? Some best of breed that would be.
Trying to lure me away?
I wonder if the number of recruiters and headhunters calling you has any relation to reputation. Lately all the calls I seem to be getting are from recruiting companies looking to fill positions and asking me if I’m interested.
Naptime!
It’s almost 2AM. Way past my bedtime, but I can’t get to sleep. Had a nap earlier this evening when I knew I shouldn’t have, so now I’m wide awake watching an old rerun of Northern Exposure. Ironically enough, it’s the episode about the Northern Lights messing up everyone’s dreams.
I gotta say, I think Northern Exposure was one of the best TV shows ever made. It was quirky, the characters were interesting and it was just plain fun to watch. Ed was one of my favourite characters on the show. Ed was cool, in a kind of geeky sort of way.
Dogsitting
This weeked we’re dogsitting for a friend of ours. My wife says the dog, Molly, is an Australian shepherd or something like that. She has a black shaggy coat and looks shepherdish, although for some reason she lacks a tail. A dog without a tail is a very strange looking creature. Molly’s a pretty sweet dog, although a little spoiled and bratty. A bit of a scaredy cat too, at least until she gets used to things. Inquisitive too. And oh boy, does she ever drool.
She’s a high energy dog, and most definitely not an apartment dog. If we had a big yard or an acreage, she would be a cool dog to have. I thinks she’d really go for the agility test thing. She really likes to walk and was pulling me all over the place earlier. Next time we go walking I’m going to have to break out my rollerblades.
Stick a skewer in me and call me done
There are days where I wonder how the heck I ended up here. Why am I in a place where a cool summer morning is the same as a blazing hot summer day back home? Where the mornings start off at 25°C, which would be a scorching day back home. And it only gets worse from there as the day goes on. This is only the beginning of the hot season too.