Nesting Gerbils

I now think my Sipan believes himself to be a nesting Gerbil.  He never chews or destroys toys or anything else, until he is kenneled during the day.  He does not bark or complain when in his kennel he just shreds his bedding.  As he gets in and out of the kennel the stuff clings to his pads just long enough to break loose on the carpet out side of his kennel. I use to go daily or every other day and take out the nest of shredded bedding and give him clean. I have stopped as I am running out of blanket for him to destroy.  Now instead I just have to vacuum the stuff off the carpet till his kennel bedding is now all gone and I need to start all over. Hell I even tried picking it off the carpet and putting back in. But the definition of stupid is to do the same thing over and over again and expect a different result. I am not sure how a 38 lb Gerbil will survive the chilly house this winter without blankets. Damn Dogs

Hackers wanted...

I have given some serious thought to the job of Hacking. Now as I have gotten hacked twice this year makes me think that there must be some good money attached to this job. Now is there some place like Hackers Central where they have a warehouse full hundreds of cubicles with 4 computers in each cubicle.   As I think about this they must need to sleep so they will need time away from hacking others computers. This will take 4 shifts to make this job a 24/7 never ending job. I don’t suppose they would share a computer so they will need one for all 4 shifts.  Now I am thinking that the swing shift is for the most serious of hackers as they must not have any life to work those kinds of fluctuating hours. Are they paid on commission, $$ per computer hacked or is it a straight hourly rate. Hell maybe they are just salaried. I am thinking it must be a commission thing as there would be more incentive to sit at a computer all day trying to make others’ lives so miserable.  Because if they are not making money doing this they need some serious consoling as they have no life and no friends.   Or do they just do the   9 to 5 thing and come home with a nice cup of Joe and hack away till bed time instead of watching Reality shows on TV.  I am just having a hard time wrapping my mind around why do people hack and is there really people who the hackers can catch in their little webs of deceit.   I guess they are from a different planet than I am. It gets harder and harder to keep myself on track to get all things I need to do done. I long for the day of hard line phone with a party line and rabbit ears on my TV. Then the only thing I had to worry about was who was listening in on the party line and TV was a novelty and it wore off quick as no one wanted to stand and hold the rabbit ears. So we grabbed an ice tea and sat on the porch with our neighbors till the street lights came on.

Recycled Pillow

 

I have way too many dogs coming and going through the house to keep cute little beds or pillow for them. I have tried but the Damn dogs either mark the hell out of them or destroy them. Now I have not found one of the dogs that have loved their bed so much that they tried to recycle it. We took in a new foster recently and he came with a bed and a pillow to lie on. I put him and his things in the car and he immediately sought out the pillow and curled up on it and went to sleep. He made himself comfy and went to sleep before I put a mile behind me.  The bed was newer and nice so I put it up, to go with him when he leaves for his forever home and throwed the pillow on the floor for him.  He immediately jumps on it, curled up and made himself at home. This gave great cause for everyone else to come and check out the new guy and his pillow. He really did not appreciate all the cold noses in his face and or butt. He made it clear from the get go this was his pillow and he was not sharing.

The pillow sat in the kitchen for about a week most of that time the new guy was curled up in it.  As he became more comfortable he started to hang out in the living room with everyone else.  One night I was in the basement puttsing around and I heard some muffled commotion in the kitchen. I figured it could not be too bad as the sound was low and almost inaudible. Later I found that this was not to be. The big dogs had a gay old time tearing the thing apart.  The stuffing was everywhere, and just standing there with my mouth open was not getting the mess cleaned up so I grabbed a plastic bag and broom. I picked up as much as I could and placed the bag of remains of the pillow on the counter stoop. Swept and took the dust pan out to the curby dumpster to empty.  I came back and went straight to bed, not giving one more thought to the bag of stuffing.  Next morning I put the dogs out and got my things around to get ready for work. I let the dogs back in and started to make coffee. I turned and saw the bag sitting there.  I started to grab it to through it out when I noticed something inside that did not look like the remains of the pillow. The new guy was all curled up in the garbage bag with the remains of his pillow. He made it known he was not ready to let the pillow go so I let him stay in the bag till I had to leave for work and then I evicted him. Now it was not more the 45 minutes longer that he got to stay in the bag but that was long enough for the other damn dogs to piss on him and the bag. I was not prepared to give a dog a bath before work but choose not to try and explain why I was late.  I just said “I over slept”.