Bad! Bad! Master Bra’tac!
Well, it has been some time since my last posting here, so I figured it was about time. One thing that Kellie and I have done since she had her surgery was watch every episode of the TV show Stargate SG-1… a science fiction show on the SciFi Network, but now on DVD. I have the first 8 seasons on DVD. During many episodes, they have had some pretty unusual names. Kellie has been joking about when we have kids, to name them some of these strange names. She even joked with Richard, as he’s been at our house several days this week. They decided to call the dog by a Stargate name… Master Bra’tac. This week has probably been quite confusing for Bear, as he’s been called "Bear" and "Bra’tac". As I somewhat suspected, he bugged Richard a bit during his visit. The capper came yesterday. Kellie and I were both at work. Richard was just home with Bear (Master Bra’tac). Richard had made arrangements to go to PASCO (manufacturer of scientific testing gear) to get a demonstration of a product they make called GLX. Anyway, they were going to pick Richard up to go over to their facility (since Kellie and I had our own vehicles, and none left over for Richard). When the man from PASCO arrived, Richard opened the door, Master Bra’tac made his move! He took off running. Barefooted Richard chasing after him. He first ran to the park, then across a large plowed open space towards Highway 65. Richard estimates it took a half-hour to catch him. Since he didn’t have the leash, Richard had to drag him back by the collar. (Last time I had to chase Bear down, I picked him up and carried him home… Bear is nearly 90 pounds.) Generally he hangs his tail low and provides a lot of resistance to being brought back home.
This morning, on my way to work, I had to take Richard to the airport. His flight isn’t until 10:30AM, so as of this typing, he is probably bored at the airport. I dropped him off a little before 6AM.