Day 192: History

The dog ran across my keyboard again. I was trying to reach Netflix, but she caught me off guard while I was eating popcorn. It only took a couple taps on my keyboard with her unassuming paws, and suddenly I was looking at a website whose only picture was a skeleton squishing a steak.

“Xanthe!” I scolded, but I laughed. “If anyone ever finds this in my Internet history, I’m blaming you! In fact, I’m going to blame any questionable items in my Internet history on you.”

No more “the dog ate my homework.”

Day 191: Treat

Daycare got increasingly boring, so I started entertaining myself by training the dogs. After all, teaching one or two of them to sit not only passed the time but also served a productive goal.

The first few days I tried this went well. The fact that not Cooper, Charlie, Annie, Lila, Tessa, or Arie learned anything didn’t matter. I tried each dog with renewed vigor.

After a week, I had to stop. It wasn’t the fruitless results. It didn’t get boring, either. What I discovered was, training a single dog in a room with two dozen of them milling around was incredibly difficult. Specifically, every time I held up a closed hand and said, “Sit,” every dog in the room would charge towards me. I could almost hear them yelling to each other in my mind: “Guys! Look! She’s got a treat!”

I would have to find something else to do.

Day 190: Enlisting

What do you call the process of enlisting a long-necked African animal into the army?

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Giraffe-ting.

Day 189: Forked

Lightning forked across the sky, and thunder slammed its fist on the earth. Rain slashed at us as though it thought it was made of metal, not water.