The new-staff two footers had returned from something called “Alaska” and they were talking excitedly about something called a sled and an Iditarod.
Then they talked about dogs. I was worried about them getting another dog. Oh dear, more adjustments. I had no idea what an “Iditarod” was but I wanted nothing to do with it.
I looked it up on the internet (you know, the place where I’m famous). Turns out that it has something to do with dogs and snow and Nome.
Confident that their talk about dogs had nothing to do with acquiring more of them, I returned to lounging on the table.
The new-staffers carried on about “snow” quite a lot. They seemed troubled but I don’t know why. Snow is mainly an outside thing. What’s the big deal? They seemed frustrated. Sure, sometimes it sticks on the new-staff’s foot covering. And, oh yes, it’s powerful cold stuff. Otherwise, no problem.
Tall new-staff went to the outside and spent a considerable amount of time pushing snow around until part of the outside floor was visible. Then the birds came.
But they spent as much time on top of the snow as they did on the outside floor. Very curious behavior.
I don’t quite know what to make of it. I’ll need to ponder this. Perhaps a nap will help.
