by "Gold Fever" Bob Lowe
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Well, my "Will Work For Food" franchises didn't get off to a roaring start. The competition is fierce and you can't believe the way people treat you. They yell things like, "Get a job, loser." and "You should be ashamed using your kids and dog that way." Little did they know, they weren't my kids. I had to rent them from a talent agency. There was no way my wife would allow our kids to get involved in my OBSESSION.
My dog on the other hand is O.K. In fact, because of her standing next to me, I ended up with a few cases of dog food. Seems people will help animals before they help each other.
Speaking of my dog, I was watching a show the other night that gave me another idea on how I might realize my dreams of full-time prospecting. They have these dogs trained to sniff out drugs, find lost people, locate avalanche victims, find truffles(pigs also do this) and of course, hunting.
Well, I got to thinking and decided to train my dog to sniff out nuggets. I'm not quit sure how to go about this yet, but thought I should start by changing her name from "Lindy Ann" to "Nugget" or "Sourdough".
Maybe I could sprinkle some flour gold in her dog food and play fetch with her and a small nugget. With Easter coming up, I could hide nuggets around the yard inside some of those plastic eggs. With luck I could have a real gold mine in my dog.
When I excitedly told my wife of my idea, I got the standard response. Eyes rolled up and the "Oh, brother, here we go again" phrase.
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