Beuford Talks Recycling and Auto Parts                                                               

Where do you get your best info? From the horses —oops dogs mouth of course!

Beuford, Chevy and Reese are here to answer all your questions.

Well actually I hate to brag but I’m going to be in charge. Blue Healers really do need to be the boss you know, of course I’m a true leader so that works out.  Chevy and Reese are Yorkshire Terriers and while I’m sure they are smart we all know Blue Healers rule the world.  The thing is I needed a job or who knows what kind of mischief I could get into.  I could tell you some stories! Well I better leave that for another day.

I should know all about the recycling world and auto parts, my grandfather was a true junkyard dog.  Now we live in a different age where a big bite from an honestly employed dog may be seen as a little more violent and a little less as a warning.  Thankfully being the good listener I am and spending many an afternoon wondering with grandpa Buddy protecting and supervising the going’s on at the yard when I was just a pup.  I know a thing or two!!!

Chevy has spent his life at the side of a serious car enthusiast.  He couldn’t help but soak up car knowledge in between the “sit Chevy, Stay Chevy and Jump in the truck Chevy”  he has even been known to go on a delivery or two and listened to many a conversation about projects in the garage.

Of course Chevy and I lean towards the fun informative side and we couldn’t give you a full picture without including Reese the Recycler.  She is all about the Green side of the auto industry. 

So I hope you will all continue to follow my blog, If you know anything about us blue healers you’ll know we’ve got to have a job., everyone who keeps up with  Ceser from dog whisperer knows this.( I try to use his tips to train my people)  I can’t be a guard dog at the auto yard so this blog is my gig.  Unless, some day I move to a ranch……

2. Well you came back, would you look at that.  I have my doubters you know.  People who say a blue healer can’t have a calm job like sitting down to the computer and typing a blog.  Just because I guy does a little victory dance on the computer after he sets up his blog, doesn’t mean he’s responsible for the wreckage to the computer. We all know these laptops aren’t as strong as they should be.

Thankfully my people have to go to work so there is plenty of time for my job. My Grandpa buddy had my dream job, oh boy the stories he would tell.  You are going to have to keep checking back because he has some good ones.  One of my favorites is lunch time duty.  No doubt grandpa had the best job ever, but lunchtime was the prize!

Grandpa would patrol the lunchroom putting on his best “good dog face”  and wait for the petting and “You’re a good dog” praise to begin.  Then when he was lucky the employees would share a little tidbit of lunch.  Now he was a great observer and he happened to notice an opportunity.  One guy would always sneak a little nap time into his lunch hour not anything long just a little shut-eye.  So the more grandpa watched he began to see a pattern; this guy would sit on the floor with his back against the wall, eat his sandwich in one hand and sometimes catch a few winks, while still holding the rest of his sandwich calmly stretched out in his hand (you can see where I’m going can’t you?)

One day grandpa couldn’t stand it and he went at a full run snatched that sandwich right out of the guys hand without even waking him up.  What a hero!!!

Wait a minute what are we having for lunch today?

Well I gotta go see you next time.

3.  Now, let me tell you about me friend Reese, that girl has the life, she knows how to work the system. Somehow she has tricked everyone around the auto parts store into letting her hang out at work. (She even convinced Marla to make her a beautiful homemade sweater) I think she played the angle of “I’m just a sweet little yorkie, no need to worry about me biting customers”.  Of course she has a point; a four pound yorkie doesn’t really have a bite that would worry anyone.  It still makes me miss the good old days when a junk yard dog was the job to have. Now this is one of Reese’s sticking points, she always reminds me that it’s called an Auto Recycling Yard.   I know what she’s saying, but Bill’s Auto Parts has always recycled.  I’m telling you they make use of every part of the car. 

Reese is a persistent tyrant though, she kept on me until I agreed to let her tell you about the recycling part of our story.  She thinks I won’t get the facts right. I don’t know who she thinks she is telling me that.  When I do I job I do it right, I’m a stickler for details and follow it through.  I don’t…………Oh I gotta go I just saw a cat go by the window and I’ve got to be on top of this, who knows what that cat is up to.

4.  Sorry about the cat thing, you can’t be too careful with these guys.  Cats need to be taken seriously.  Actually I wouldn’t want this to get out but since we don’t have too many followers yet, I’ll let you in on a secret….I’m scared of cats.

Well aren’t you?  They have claws, they are sneaky and I really shouldn’t share this with you but…..cats rule the world.  Think about it, but don’t tell anyone I’m the one that let their secret plan out.

Now back to my story, way back when Grandpa Buddy was a young pup he had the life.  He was a junkyard dog.  His days were full with greeting customers and patrolling the rows of cars.  O the treasures he would find. Those were the days…there was often a squirrel trying to sneak into a car and it was Grandpa’s job to sneak up on those squirrels and chase them out of there. Can you imagine and actual job where you are required to chase squirrels, how lucky can you be. I’m sure you often think we have a short attention span because dogs can be hanging out with you, playing ball, going on a walk and as soon as we spot a squirrel we are off to get him.  But that’s not a short attention span that’s years of training.

But nowadays the Auto Recycling yard has changed drastically and I’ll be here with my friends to tell you all about it.  Of course I’ve got to drag this job out, with this economy who knows when I can round up another gig.

5.  I’m beginning to like this job as a blogger, if I could only get Grandpa Buddy to admit it is a real job.  He keeps saying,” back in my day we had real jobs, how can you be working if you are staring at that fool box all day?”  He just doesn’t appreciate how much training it takes to get my people to leave the computer cabinet open so I can reach it.   Keeping control of the drool so it doesn’t get all over is no easy task either. And if we get into talking about how hard it is typing with no opposable thumbs we would be here all day, of course that is why it takes me all day.

Grandpa is right about one thing protecting the Wrecking yard in his day was a true job and did I mention it is my DREAM JOB?  He reminds me his was a 24hr a day job.  I’m sure he slipped in some shut eye, but to hear him talk he never was off duty. Of course it is still my hope to talk the people at Bill’s Auto Parts   into letting me have that job; it’s just going to take a little more training of my people.  Ooo plans to make…

Now Grandpa would look like a friendly dog sleeping away, but if someone jumped over the fence and thought they were going to break out of there with a stolen part they had another think coming!  Grandpa would jump up lightening fast and chase them out of there biting their butt the whole way.  Boy would I have loved to have been there.  Of course nowadays you can’t just go biting people willy nilly. The justice system frowns on that and by justice system I do mean those good guys at the pound.  They get a bad rap but I have some more stories I will share with you about our good neighbors- The Spokane Humane Society someday.

 6. Well I hate to do it but the cat is strong-arming me, and I don’t mean the cat is stronger than me.  Unfortunately the cat has some info on me I’m not ready to have public.  Let’s just say I may have made some unfortunate choices at times and the cat has been sitting on the info just waiting until there was something he really wanted. What JYC ( his real name is George, but he wants everyone to call him JYC for junk yard cat.  Told you he’s trouble, he is trying to steal my Dream Job.)

So here goes JYC’s story and he has made me promise this won’t be his only post. 

Let me tell ya what it is really like.  My old owner dropped me off and I crawled under the fence.  I truly have the life.  They feed me 3 squares and give me an old seat to lay on.  No dogs, 6 acre yard, all the mice you can eat.  My job is to watch over the kingdom.  I see all the cars come in and I see all of them go out. 

I can take naps whenever I want.  There are over 500 suites to choose from. “What a life”.  A car just got dropped off; I better go check out those leather seats.  I’ll drop a line later!