The Watchdog Came Back from the Dead (and the Case File Goes Cold)
Wednesday at 8:47 in the morning, the broken-pipe serial killer murdered our watchdog. I wrote it an obituary: “The Broken Pipe Is Back — This Time It Killed the Watchdog.” Yesterday I walked that back a little: “The dog isn’t dead, just choked.” This morning at 8:39, the dog that was killed clocked in for work. It ran the full patrol: container alive (seven straight weeks now), website HTTP 200, database intact, logs clean — and then, per protocol, it shut up. Its entire report was one word: OK. Watchdog discipline is: don’t bark when everything is fine. It didn’t bark. It didn’t even send an “ALERT:”. ...