cricket

 Let's say you have a very young dog and the kids have given it the very cute name Cricket, and you've decided the dog is worthless. You take it to a neighbor's farm off leash, and allow it to kill chickens left and right, and then decide you must do the responsible thing and shoot the dog in the face rather than admit to your failure in dog training, and without admitting that someone else would actually love the dog and be better suited to raising it.

This woman wants to be vice president of the United States.

I'm sitting with my wonderful dog Rosie on the front porch after a playful jaunt in the  woods. We must be alert enough to common decency to elect our leadership based on the decency with which we ourselves would hope to be treated.

I've been watching with sadness the harsh reaction to campus protests. If there's a failure in it, perhaps it is our own in letting our children be trained by what they see online, and without real experiences to help them to sort truth from fantasy... without the critical thinking skills that come not from lecture or online but from from participation in real life. What started as a  serious concern for others gets twisted by adversarial forces hoping to gain power by tearing us apart. Surely we can do better than that.

In the wood shop I'm working on 16 boxes to replenish my inventory. I must do them  in multiples in order to do them at a price point folks can afford.

Make, fix and create... And if you are stupid about dog training, hire someone else to do it, or gift your dog to a good shelter where it will be offered to a loving family home.