This is the job I need. Raft Director on the Truckee River. Nice office. Summer Hours. You get to go home if inclimate weather arises. As you may see, Alyssa and I were quite relaxed here. Must have been after one of those 5 Margarita lunches. Last week I made a new set of cubbies for Mel's classroom. Should have had them finished on Friday when I started........BUT, I had help. Shaymus, my apprentice, made sure it was a 3 day job. I am not sure which would be more helpful, tie up the dogs and let Shay go free, or to just bite the bullet and let the dogs go free while Shaymus is tied up. Granted he insisted on "walking" the dogs while I was working. Poor old Kona, he is at the point where he needs a nap after he goes pee, yet Shay kept dragging that poor old dog up and down the driveway. If Kona could speak I could only imagine him saying "THANKS ASSHOLE" to me. He only gets up if he really has too. I think if the house caught fire he would wait for the cavalry to show up to save his tired old ass. Of course you need to feed your dogs and give them water so you can only imagine what a 3 year-old would naturally do. With both food bowls and their water bowl outside where they are tied up, he proceeded to bring out approximately 19 lbs of dog food, scoop by scoop by scoop by scoop. The thought had entered my head to call it the "ALPO TRAIL", wasn't really sure what to call the "river" that was flowing through the garage. I know he means well. And yes I truly believe that he really is not out to kill me but........I can only picture my dear departed Dad laughing his ass of, just like my Mother does everytime he raises my blood pressure to critical mass numbers. I still cannot get my Mom singing "woohoo, its payback time" out of my head. I calmy tell her to remember that we get to pick the home she goes into......put still she laughs and giggles and snickers and smiles.