My girlfriend’s mom Katie is starting a new business and she’s following the lean start up methodology. Mommis coaches this method. I’ve been to a million classes about this and I usually sleep through them because they’re so boring. Blah, blah blah, minimum viable product, blah blah blah pivot.
But this morning the minimum viable product turned out to be a cupcake for dogs and we were the customer!
After we walked we had a focus group. And boy, would we ever pay for that product.
So I walk into the kitchen this morning, and there is Bruce on top of the garbage. This is a terrible state of affairs for lots of reasons. First of all, how did he get there? Did he jump off the counter and land there? Second, how can I get into the garbage and find out if there’s anything good in there. If I put my paw on the thing on the bottom, the lid will open and Bruce will fly through the air. We discussed a plan, but came to no conclusions.I left for my walk with Mommis, who didn’t seem upset; she just took a couple of pictures.
And when I got back he wasn’t there anymore. Mysterious. A ghost? It’s Halloween.
my brother Sammy is a pain in the tail. Literally. I am sort of a mellow guy, but Sammy is a whack job. Playing with him always gets me into more trouble than it’s worth. But even when I lay down, and show him I’m done, he doesn’t stop.
We don’t have any friends here but at least there are three of us and we can be off leash and explore, but we are still mad at the man who drives his car on the grass and tells us we hadto be on leashes. We’ve lost our community in the park.