Day 534

I got a call from the FBI today, asking if I would be willing to be a character reference for a friend of mine who is in the middle of a background check for a high security clearance. The agent said they needed to have someone talk with me for about twenty minutes. I asked where they wanted to meet. "We're in Sacramento," the agent says. When I told him that I lived in Dallas, there was a long pause, and then the agent said he could transfer the interview to someone in my area. I told the guy that my friend could probably keep a secret pretty well. "Hey, I've known him for over five years and I still don't know what he does for a living," I say. The agent laughed and said someone would be calling me. Our government at work, I guess.

Dot's painting arrived in the mail today and it looked even better than the JPEG image I showed you guys a few days ago. Carolyn Finnell is a talented painter and we definitely want her to do a portrait of Dash as well. Several of our friends saw Dot's picture and said they would like paintings of their pets as well. I have a feeling that Carolyn might end up painting a lot more Dalmatians than she bargained for.

I might have to have a beekeeper come out and remove the hive from its mystery location inside my walls. The situation seems hopeless. I've sprayed three gallons of insecticide in and around the entrance to the hive and still the bees keep coming. The pest control store keeps telling me that lots of bees have been killed, but as long as the queen is still alive at the center of things, new bees will keep being attracted to the hive. So far, there seems to be an endless supply of worker bees willing to die for their queen. I'm still very reluctant to have the bee keeper come out though. He would have to tear a hole in the roof to get at where the hive is probably hidden. I have enough problems with my leaking roof already. If the beekeeper tears a hole in the roof, I'll probably never get it properly sealed again.

At least it's Friday tomorrow. I probably say that a lot, but that's the way I feel. Every weekend this little hampster can finally get off the hampster wheel for a little while.

Dalmatian of the Day

Watch of the Day