It appears that the dreaded Covid-19 virus may indeed be zoonotic; in other words, transmittable between Maltese dogs (like Max) and humans (like me).
Never one to sit idly and watch the world pass by whilst quaffing dark beer…wait a minute…that’s my modus operandi for everything. Let’s try again.
To ensure the continuation of my dark beer quaffing, I built quarantine facilities for Maxwell in the unlikely event the Malt becomes infected.
Nah, nah, nah.
I built a series of wood and wire cages in one corner of the garden to protect our Asian vegetable crop against the depredations of birds, squirrels, rats, possums and just about every other creature on the planet.
Last year we lost fully 30% of our crop to critters. Not this time, bunky.
Of course, I couldn’t resist placing His Royal Fluffiness in a cage. I tried to do it to the Alpha Japanese Female but she fought me off.
Max didn’t much care. He was falling asleep in the warm sun.
As for me, I now know why no one, ever, has woken in the morning and said, “Man oh man, I really want to work with chicken wire today.”
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