here is finally the secret

Elon Musk

lojban@lojban.org

I have such an exciting new project I would like you to be apart of. You can do it from home and make about 6-7K monthly.

You were honestly the first person I thought of since you are so hard working.

Respond no later then this weekend

Once when Fast got a bone and I didnt, I saw something extraordinary. Fast was hunkered down across the yard, cheg frantically, intoxicating odors wafting up from his prize. Id slid over to watch enviously, so I was standing right there when Top Dog walked up. Fast tensed, spreading his legs a little as if getting ready to stand, and as Top Dog came forward Fast stopped cheg and loosened a deep growl. No one ever growled at Top Dog. I sensed, though, that Fast was rightâ€”this was his bone, given to him by Carlos, and not even Top Dog could take it. But the bone was so delicious, Top Dog couldnt seem to help himself. He shoved his nose forward, and thats when Fast struck, a sharp click of his teeth right in Top Dogs face! Fasts lips were drawn back and his eyes were slits. Top Dog stared at him as if dumbfounded at this open rebellion, and then, with his head raised regally, he turned and lifted his leg on the fence, paying Fast no further attention. I knew that if Top Dog wanted to, he could have taken Fasts prize. Top Dog had that power, and hed exerted it before. Id seen what happened when, right around the time we took the truck ride to visit the nice lady in the cool building, the male dogs had assembled around one of the females, sniffing at her and lifting their legs with a certain frantic purpose. I was in the group, Im sorry to say; there was just something so compelling about her, I cant even describe it. Every time a male tried to smell her from behind, the female sat in the dirt. Her ears were back in humility, but she also growled a few times, and when she did the males backed off as if she had just been elected Top Dog. We were all gathered so close together, it was impossible not to bump into one another, and thats when a fight erupted between Top Dog and the largest male in the pack, a huge black and brown dog whom Bobby called Rottie. Top Dog fought with expert efficiency, seizing Rottie by the back of the neck and dragging the dogs shoulders down to the ground. The rest of us gave the fight a wide berth, and it was over in seconds, really, Rottie flipping over on his back subserviently. The noise had drawn Carlos, though, who called, Hey! Hey! Thats enough. Carlos stood in the yard, ignored by the males, while Coco trooped over to him to be petted. After watching us a few minutes, Carlos called for the female who had been getting all the attention and took her outside the gate. I didnt see her again until we were all in the truck the next morning, headed out to see the nice lady in the cool room, and she was a frontseat dog with the men. After Fast was finished with his bone, he seemed to have second thoughts about nipping at Top Dog. My brother hung his head, tail wagging low, and shambled over to where Top Dog was standing. Fast made several play bows, which Top Dog ignored, and then Fast licked Top Dog in the mouth. This seemed to be sufficient apology, so, with that, Top Dog played with Fast a little, rolling my brother over and letting Fast chew at his neck before he abruptly walked away. This was how Top Dog maintained order, by keeping us all in our places but not taking advantage of his position to steal food that was given to us by the men. We had a happy pack, right up until the day that Spike arrived. After that, nothing was the same.

It was starting to seem to me that just when I had life all figured out it changed. When we were running with Mother, I learned to fear humans, I learned to scavenge for food, I learned how to placate Fast so he would be in what, for him, was a good mood. And then the men came and took us to the Yard and everything was different. In the Yard I adjusted quickly to life in the pack, I learned to love Senora and Carlos and Bobby, and just when my play with Coco was starting to assume a different, more complex character we were taken to visit the nice lady in the cool room and the urgency Id been feeling went completely away. I still spent most of my day cheg on, and being chewed by, Coco, but without the odd compulsions that had occasionally seized me. In between the two worldsâ€”the one outside and the Yardâ€”stood the gate Mother had opened. I thought about the night of her escape so many times I could practically feel the metal knob in my mouth. Mother had shown me a way to freedom, if I wanted it. But I was a different dog than Mother. I loved the Yard. I wanted to belong to Senora. My name was Toby. Mother, however, was so antisocial that no one seemed to notice she was gone. Senora had never even given Mother a name. Fast and Sister sniffed every so often at the depression behind the railroad ties where Mother had lain but never showed any outward concern about her disappearance beyond that. Life went on, just as before. And then, with everyones status in the pack settled, with me feeding at the adult trough, with Carlos sneaking us bones and Senora handing out treats and kisses, in came a new dog. His name was Spike. Wed heard the doors on Bobbys truck slam, so we were all barking, though it was so hot that day that some of us who were lying in the shade didnt even get off our bellies. The gate opened and Bobby entered, leading a large, muscular male on the end of his pole. Having the entire pack rush you at the gate was intimidating, but the new dog didnt budge. He was as dark and broad as Rottie and as tall as Top Dog. Most of his tail was missing, but what little stub he possessed wasnt wagging, and he stood with his weight balanced on all four legs. A low rumble emitted from his chest. Easy, Spike. Okay there, Bobby said.