Things I Learned From The Family Dog
When I grew up in Quesnel our family dog was a part breed beagle. He didn't have papers, but he looked like a beagle. His name was Barney, as in Barney the beagle. It's a semi-famous name, but I don't know from where.
Barney was a chow hound of the first order. If you wanted something from him, there had better be some food in your hand; and we loved him. I'm not as loveable as our family dog was, but I work for food. So it is that I'm seated in front my Dad's computer typing this blog on my notebook while check disk identifies bad clusters on his computer hard drive.
This is actually the second problem I've worked on. The first was before I was feed, but it involved enlightened self interest. My Dad couldn't get his new wireless router to work. Getting the router to work means Internet access on my notebook. Gotta have wireless.
Hmmm, check disk is done, so it's time to see if this has fixed the computer lock up problem. Another thing I learned from our dog. Making lots of noise might scare it away. If you hear someone howling and barking at Microsoft, that's me.