I am a good dog. I really am. I am a faithful member of the pack. I guard the house and patrol the perimeter. I keep an eye on Kasey and try to keep her out of trouble. I am good company for the Leader, too.
So why do the Leader and the old boring guy keep moving into places that have these terrible things? When I saw these yesterday, I said: “Oh no! Not again!” But when I saw our pack’s things here, I knew I was stuck.
I hate these slippery and slidey things. I even hate them more than I hate cats, or that mean dog that tried to bite Kasey once. When I try to walk on these things, I feel like I am on an icy pond. I am afraid that my paws and legs are going to go shooting out sideways and I am going to fall on my chin.
Why oh why did we come here? You know, I bet the old boring guy had something to do with this. But I’ll teach him a lesson. I won’t go up them, period. At night, I’ll just sit at the bottom and whimper and bark. Ha, ha! Good luck getting some sleep, old boring guy!
Presidents seem to like this holiday, at least. So do federal and state employees, bank employees, and other workers who get the day off. For the rest of us, it’s just another work day — and in Columbus, it’s a cold one.
Here’s the latest confirmation of the interconnectedness of the modern commercial world.
We’re waiting to get shutters to put on the windows of our new house. The shutters were ordered weeks ago, were assembled somewhere in Asia — since you’re ordering from a company through a contractor, it’s hard to know exactly where — and are sitting on a ship outside the Port of Los Angeles.
Good news, eh? They should be here any day, delivered by rail or long-haul truck, right?
Ports are one of those crucial — but often overlooked — commerce choke points where problems can have huge repercussions. In this case, a dispute at the Port of Los Angeles has kept eager people from Columbus, Ohio from getting shutters initially shipped from some foreign location. I hope the Labor Secretary knows his stuff. We want our shutters!