After I betray the revolution and set myself up as President-for-Life…

…I’m going to decree that storage buckets and bulk packages have to contain the same volumes.

I never used to need to hide the food sack from Little Bear, or Ghost, or Torso Boy. But I would never dream of leaving one within reach of Tobie, the chewing machine that walks like a puppy. So…


…I armor it in a food storage bucket. Yes he probably could chew it open, given enough time. But it hasn’t (yet) occurred to him to do so. Unfortunately…


…the bucket’s volume is short by about two pounds of kibble. So I always have to wrap up the sack and leave it out on the porch, blessing the fact that we don’t seem to have raccoons.

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5 Responses to After I betray the revolution and set myself up as President-for-Life…

  1. Mark Matis says:

    Wait until you find out that goats LOVE dog food!

  2. Robert says:

    Think of the two pounds of kibble as bait. Surely, Joel and Tobie can work out how to equitably share the resulting goat meat. Mmm, goat meat stew…

  3. Judy says:

    Birria! Yum, yum!

  4. Anonymous says:

    If you have goat meat to eat will that make you set yourself up as President for Life any faster? It can’t happen too soon.

  5. Mike says:

    “we don’t seem to have raccoons”

    Yet… 😉

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