This Still Cracks Me Up
I am a Genius. A different kind of Genius, to be sure, but a Genius none the less. My dog is a Genius as well. In fact, though his name is Bear, I call him Genius.
He does Genius things all throughout his kingdom. His kingdom, of course, being the backyard. A large yard it is. Half of an acre.
He has room to run and play and do Geniusy type things. Like dig a hole. Bark. Run up and down the fence. Chew on a stick. Chew on the kids’s toys. Chew on the deck. Chew on the fence. Chew on the back door. Chew on the trampoline. Chew on the swings. Chew on the slide. Chew on the… Oh, well you get the picture.
Many other Geniuses have come and gone over the years. Einstein, Edison, so many others. Perhaps the most Geniussy of the Geniuses was Wyle E. Coyote, Genius.
He even had his own business cards that said he was a Genius. He was always doing Geniussy things, like chasing the Road Runner. Dropping large boulders on his own head. Running through oil pits, buying cool stuff from the ACME company.
My kids even like to see his Geniusness in action. (As if my own Geniusness or Bear’s Geniusness was not enough for them).
Here is a good example of Genius at work: Genius At Work
