Please buy Dublin a Frisbee.
He gives me the pity face every time I spend an afternoon writing a post instead of taking him out to the park. He doesn’t know that I’m big stuff on the Internet and if I ignore him any more, he’ll pee on my laptop. Save my laptop. Appease the beast. Keep posts on BorderWars coming and keep Dublin well exercised. Each donation of only $1.60 buys Dublin one Misprint Fastback Frisbee which flies awesome and is appropriate for dogs (those hard plastic Frisbees they sell at pet stores do not fly well and are not safe for dogs, don’t use them).
A donation of $16.95 will buy Mercury, Gemma, and Celeste a Jawz Disc to fight over with their frisbee-destroying teeth while Dublin gingerly enjoys his cheapo discs. It seems like a luxury at 10x the price of the cheapo discs, but cheapo discs only last a few throws with the three alligator dogs fighting over them after every catch. One sacrificial Jawz disc keeps dozens of cheapo discs safe for many hours of practice and fun. It’s the green strategy to save all those Frisbee trees from being chopped down and destroying the last remaining old Frisbee growth forests.
One Frisbee season can easily consume over 30 discs, so that’s my fun[d]-raising goal: $48 before Frisbee season kicks of the weekend of May 19th. I don’t drink enough beer or coffee to justify a “buy me a beer” campaign (and do you really want to see what I’d post if I were drunk or hopped up on caffine?) and I don’t consider the blog as a “job” or source of income, so I’m not going to extort my readership for promises of more posts and ridiculous fundraising goals every other month like some bloggers do.
I’d just like to give back a little fun to my dogs, who are the only ones who really suffer from the time I spend researching and writing posts. Thankfully they are healthy and I’ve prepared for their medical care should a disaster strike, so a Frisbee Fund seems like the perfect way to say thanks in a language they understand: flying plastic discs.
I really believe that sled dogs are the key to success and happiness.
I adopted my first sled dog as a two year old his name is Nanooick. He is a mix of German Shepherd, Alaskan Malamute, and Siberian Husky. He spends his days on the chain to keep him from running away.