Perhaps you’ve read about the Southeast Asian Civets’ droppings coffee. Very rare poo, indeed – literally. A cat-like Civet eats the coffee beans, digests them, craps them out and people gather the caffeinated civet turd mixture and sell it for $227 a pound. And people drink it.
Our backyard lies in the shade in winter. Snow is still two feet deep back there. The slow melt of day freezes into a hockey rink every night. Icicles the size of Darth Vader’s light saber flow off the eaves of the house like crystal daggers. Some are 5 feet long. Fifteen feet of steps [...]
Rudy loves to eat a big meal, ride around in the car, listen to seasonal music and look at Christmas lights. The sparkling strings hypnotize him into a holidaze. Last night we took him for a little ride through the neighborhood. He sat wide-eyed in the backseat, front leg propped against the armrest, leaning on [...]
Rudy, our Jack Russell, has been the subject of many of my stories. Not that millions of people are reading these blogs, but he has become s bit of a celebrity amongst the dogs in our neighborhood. They hang around the front yard waiting to get a glimpse of him. Even cats have begun to [...]
I have lost my tomato war with the squirrels. I admit it. I tried to fight the good fight, but I am beat, whipped, defeated. My plants grew the size of trees, yet furry-tailed thieves stole every tomato but two runty lumps, which I ate like a cave man right off the vine while staring [...]
If you have one of these beasts, you know all about this subject. Some dogs shed more than others – pounds of hair a week. Rudy, our Jack, sheds so much he spends half of his energy just re-growing hair. We finally got a Dyson Animal. This thing is suppose to suck like Snakes On [...]
Rudy sat at the window, looking, looking, looking. No cat. He wandered the yard, looking, sniffing. No cat. He howled into the woods behind our house. I listened carefully, trying to translate his moaning message. He misses the cat.
I was thinking about calling this, “How To Succeed In Business Without Being Human.” I decided, instead, to shorten it to: Being a Jack.
A Jack Russell Terrier is an MBA on four legs. An extremely successful business model is coded into the traits of a Jack. Business and Jacks are always evolving, always-adapting and usually [...]
RUDY JOURNAL: STARDATE APRIL 2008: Rudy, our Jack Russell, has begun to expand his menu of tricks. A few months ago, we noticed that he had added a new move to his repertoire of ball chasing. He knows words too.
We tend to attach logos to the ends of our accomplishments in branding. I’d like to look at the last 29 years, however, as experiences (plural) rather than experience (singular). There is a big difference.
I have said this for 20 years (if you have worked with me, you know it already): Every commercial should have a dog, preferably a talking dog. Bud Light knows this truth of advertising. Few branders have put as many dogs in commercials as they have (thank you DDB Chicago).
Now I have witnessed ad dog [...]
Ding dong, the wicked Leona Helmsley is dead. If you were a fan of hers, don’t blame me for that Oz reference, I didn’t give her the moniker “The Queen Of Mean.” I just report what I read in official news sources, and those reports are 40 miles long. I do have one request of [...]
When I was young, my grandparents had a dog that took up on the farm – a “suck-egg dog,” as my grandpaw called him. He said a suck-egg dog was a no-account bum of a beast who had to be cordoned off from the chicken house lest he gobble down all the eggs, hence the [...]
He was a white-looking, bullish-looking dog. I can’t honestly say he was a white bulldog. He was a muscled dog with a flat face and a worried look. He had a right, he had three legs and no home except the general vicinity of the Old Gym at Andalusia High School. He walked like he [...]
Rudy is on the edge of total paranoia. His archenemy, the cat that never sleeps, is slowly driving him crazy. He sees the slinky feline roaming free through the neighborhood and strolling through the yard and rubbing his favorite tree. The cat tortures Rudy in Hitchcockian subtlety by arching here and preening there and easing [...]