You’re a prepper, I’m a prepper

At 16 seconds, they start the whole bit…

Today was very productive, as I continue to prep (there’s the tie-in for the title) for the Texas trip I’m not taking. I finished getting the extra key for my truck, I’ve got the premade list for what to bring, I’ve reached out to my contact at the trailer company for any additional details, and I’ll hand it all off to my dad to do the actual drive and retrieval.

Also, Cardiff and I did yard work today. She really wanted to help, meaning she cried and yowled whenever I wasn’t in eyesight. Be aware I have full-on conversations with an animal that is non-speaking and only 10 weeks old. While I was pulling wire down from the outside of the house she refused to help, mumbling something about OSHA and holding the bottom of the ladder. Again when I was trimming the top of a high bush in the back I asked her to work on clearing the branches that were falling, but she said she had “Important Duties” and proceeded to crap on the lawn. (Doodies?)

And she didn’t even pick it up.

You can see in the images below she pretends to investigate my work, then laughs when I ask for real help.