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Sep 19, 2013 by pippalou
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A couple of weeks ago, I came home from the local Walmart, laden down with lots of bags (yes, plastic bags - white, recyclable) full of all kinds of good things.  For me, you ask?   Not a chance.

There may have been one or two things for me, nestling way down in the bottom, underneath all those dog treats, dog food, dog toys, dog this, dog that, dog etc.

I gazed at the wealth of dog products in those bags and then, at the lack of wealth in my wallet.  This has got to stop!  I yelled.   My two dogs stared up at me expectantly with their oh-so-innocent eyes.  Did ya get the new treats?  Well?  When do we get 'em?

One of you has to get a job! I told them in no uncertain terms.   Back and forth my eyes roved between them, considering.   Pippa could probably get a herding job, but I hadn't heard of any open positions.  Jobs are scarce these days in the US.

I settled on Scout.   One of her best talents could be put to work right away, and then she could help pay for all these expensive treats, snacks, bones, luxurious dog food and endless toys to which my dogs are addicted.  From Pupperoni to Purina Pro Plan to Pork Chomps - these dogs were going to have to start paying their own ways.

And what, you are asking, is Scout's marketable talent?  She is an Auto Inspector.  Mostly tires, but she can check out other parts.  Once she's given your car the once-over, you can be quite sure that it'll pass any auto inspection test anywhere.  At least, that's what she told me.

\Tires in good shape!
For a practice session, I took her out to a store parking lot, and we inspected at least 50 cars in one hour.  Just think, at a small fee of  ten dollars per car, that's $500 per hour!  Amazing!  We could work an hour and kick back and relax for the rest of the day!

Fifty cars down, and everything going good, I gave Scout one last test on an SUV standing nearby.  She got to work with some serious sniffing on the back tires.   I watched closely, making sure she didn't miss anything.

What do you think you're doing?  I jumped about a foot and whirled around.  A face stared at me from the rear view mirror on the driver's side.

Sorry, I said.  We're just practicing.  Auto inspections.  She's really good at it.  Want an auto inspection?  Only ten bucks!

\Undercarriage looks good.
The SUV woman snorted in contempt.  You call that inspection?  Smelling tires? she asked.  My dog does that all the time.  What are you inspecting for?  Road kill?

With screeching tires and an unpleasant laugh of derision, she sped out of the parking lot like a madman.

Scout's thoughts and mine were just the same: Well, I never!

Undaunted, we continued.  Try this one, I said, and led Scout over to a small Toyota.  As soon as we got near it, she charged forward like a warhorse, dragging me along in tow.

As she began her work, I remembered the words of the SUV woman and asked myself, What are we inspecting for?  At that moment, Scout whined plaintively and danced around the rear wheel of the Toyota.

What is it? I asked, dashing over to look, hoping for low air pressure or a nail in the tire.  At sight of something icky on the treads, I stopped dead.  What was it?   Or, perhaps, what had it been?  I wrinkled my nose in disgust, and old SUV's road-kill comment came back to haunt me.

\Look! I can see myself!
Can't you find anything better than that? I asked, tugging on the leash.  Scout gave me a look of total disdain.  Better than that? she seemed to ask.  What could be better than that?

I turned away, shoulders sagging, disappointment written all over me.  So much for the auto inspection biz.  Anybody got any cows they need herded?













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