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.