If you read one of my earlier posts, you know that my daughter's Rottweiler-Yorkshire Terrier mix, Medusa, ate a small screw Thursday night while I was changing a belt on our vacuum cleaner.
It had a blunt tip, so we weren't completely worried about damage from eating the screw.
Nonetheless, I was tasked with searching the backyard - a supply of dog-poop bags in hand. The objective was to palpate the bags of poop in search of a hard object.
Sounds like reading an Obama campaign position paper. But I digress.
As I have clinically dianosed ADD, I used the time searching for the Holy Grail of Dog Excrement to let my mind loose and see if anything creative occured.
It did.
I'd had a particularly irritating week. Between the challenges of making rain - which usually is great fun - and the process of delegating things that are not my Unique Ability(tm), I was feeling pretty stressed.
Then an idea came.
That idea was followed by another.
Then a goal came to mind, and from there a process.
After my sweep of the yard - several bags of poop - no screw - I texted my friend Erik.
Erik is another entrepreneur. If bad company is the ruin of good character, Erik is the kind of guy an entrepreneur wants to be sure to run with.
I gave him a date in mind for a rather grand goal.
That led to more texts with the goal fleshed-out.
Erik, as I knew he would, said he would guide me.
Invention had arrived.
And its mother is Dog Poop.
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