The thought passed my mind today to post a blog of the reason I can even buy and play games - My job. I'll be posting these as much as possible, but my tendencies to no go through with something may rear it's ugly face. I have been working at DogMan Training Company for almost eight months. I'm one of the two people working there, not counting my boss, and ex Marine who served in Beirut when it was bombed. He got blown through a wall and most of his face is reconstruction. Maybe I should mention that he was k-9 Patrol in the Marines. The basic doings for a day are the same, but dogs are dogs, and therefore things happen that make the job so interesting, like somehow climbing out of their run (kennel) and chasing my boss's truck around while he searches for the dog (We do our best to make sure all dogs stay in, but sometimes they bump the latch and open it. This doesn't happen very often, but it does happen. We are usually told if a dog is at hazard of escaping, and we double lock the gate with a padlock and a chain, just for safety. Every dog has a padlock on their run. Note: We have never lost a dog, at least not while I have been working there.) Oh yeah, you know why Vets usually tell you to wrap a dog's pill (if the dog is prescribed any) in cheese and to feed it to him/her? That's most likely because the only way to really get a dog to take a bare pill is to shove it down their throat, which in turn the dog DOES NOT LIKE, makes a gagging sound and tries to pull away. Your hand also gets covered in slobber, which will bother a person who doesn't do it for a living. How many of you gag when you clean up your dog's poop? Most of you? How many of you can't stand the smell of it? How many of you freak out when you get a little piece of poo on you? I'm completely oblivious to all of it. Mind you, I won't go sticking my hand in it, but it wouldn't exactly bother me if I had to. Eight months of messing with, cleaning, stepping it, and getting covered in the slimy, gooey produce of the dogs that we later turn into compost has no effect on me. People ask me why I work seven days a week, and even on holidays. The best answer is probably "Dogs gotta eat." I come home smelling like dog each and every day. Do you think it bothers me... One last thing I should mention before I conclude this post... I absolutely hated working there at first, but now I can't ask for a better job. Yeah, some of the dogs can be a pain in the ass, but it's worth it.