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.