Yesterday I enlisted my little white Bichon as a rescue dog. I tied an hermetically-sealed bag to his collar and sent him to the neighbor’s house to deliver a handmade face mask to use in the Covid 19 battle. He is such a good listener and followed my commands as he loped over hills and snowbanks. He promptly returned, exhausted from his mission. (I was hoping a bottle of wine would come back under his neck.)
The only part of the above paragraph which is true is that I did make five colorful face masks with my scrap fabric. I really would have sent the dog to my neighbor’s, but he doesn’t listen. He just followed me across the yard hoping for a treat from the indulgent friend. The Zip-loc baggie probably had some air in it, too.
He got his carrots, and I got spinach and strawberries in the trade, definitely healthier than a bottle of grapes. Ye olde bartering system worketh well.