I am somewhat embarrassed to admit that I was one of those who plunked down the $3.95 to buy my own Pet Rock. Like the esteemed Mr. Dahl it has gone to that big riverbed in the sky. RIP Gary.
I have all free range rocks. They don’t bother me and I don’t bother them. Now and then I’ll leave a piece of chicken for them to eat, but they don’t need much sustenance
There’s this one rock that’s been stalking me for years. When I leave my apartment, there it is. When I come back home, it’s still there. I think it sits there all day waiting.
He glued eyes to rocks, he didn’t really invent anything. Of course, lots of people have slapped a fresh coat of paint on something old, called it something different, and made $cash when people didn’t recognize what they were buying.