Monday, March 08, 2004
My life in so many words
I've been pondering the meaning of my life lately, since I'm almost old. On the morrow (the 9th) I shall be 30, I figured it was high time I started upon the quest of discovering why I was placed on this earth... what it is I was meant to do.
From what I can tell, it mainly centers around the important duty of petting. I do that quite a bit. And not the happy hot and heavy kind of petting one might do with another human being... no, this is the petting of the dog and cat and occasional guinea pig variety in a very non-sexual way, which doesn't get hot and heavy, but I do get licked in the face from time to time.
So, if that's why I'm here, then I guess I can stop all that pondering. It distracts me from my important petting duties, and we wouldn't want that to happen.
In related news, my mother and I managed, for the very first time, to get my rottweiler, Shasta, into the bathtub for a bath. I've had Shasta since last summer, and in that time, I've tried the bathtub, the shower, a kiddy pool and a hose out back. At 80-85 lbs., she's not a huge dog, but she's not a weakling, either, so up until now she'd managed to avoid getting into all of them, causing me to have to bath her with towels dipped in water. But the other day we actually shoved and pulled her into the bathtub, and she actually stayed there until her bath was over. I'm still amazed.
That was just after I'd bathed both springers, who were fairly cooperative and weren't any trouble at all. Shasta had other ideas. Her problem is she thinks too much. If only she'd learn to relax and enjoy life things would be simpler.
Of course, I don't take that advice often enough, either, so I'm hardly one to talk.
Well, it's getting late, and since I have the important job of getting old tomorrow, I best sign off. When next I ramble I'll have officially changing both digits in my age. But don't cry for me, fore I shall overcome... or, at least, go into denial.
I hate to think what will happen when I hit 40.
For the record, I think neither 30 nor 40 are old. I'm just less prepared for 30 than I thought I'd be, and it's hitting me up side the head. I'll get over it. Chocolate will help. Chocolate always helps. Take care, all.
From what I can tell, it mainly centers around the important duty of petting. I do that quite a bit. And not the happy hot and heavy kind of petting one might do with another human being... no, this is the petting of the dog and cat and occasional guinea pig variety in a very non-sexual way, which doesn't get hot and heavy, but I do get licked in the face from time to time.
So, if that's why I'm here, then I guess I can stop all that pondering. It distracts me from my important petting duties, and we wouldn't want that to happen.
In related news, my mother and I managed, for the very first time, to get my rottweiler, Shasta, into the bathtub for a bath. I've had Shasta since last summer, and in that time, I've tried the bathtub, the shower, a kiddy pool and a hose out back. At 80-85 lbs., she's not a huge dog, but she's not a weakling, either, so up until now she'd managed to avoid getting into all of them, causing me to have to bath her with towels dipped in water. But the other day we actually shoved and pulled her into the bathtub, and she actually stayed there until her bath was over. I'm still amazed.
That was just after I'd bathed both springers, who were fairly cooperative and weren't any trouble at all. Shasta had other ideas. Her problem is she thinks too much. If only she'd learn to relax and enjoy life things would be simpler.
Of course, I don't take that advice often enough, either, so I'm hardly one to talk.
Well, it's getting late, and since I have the important job of getting old tomorrow, I best sign off. When next I ramble I'll have officially changing both digits in my age. But don't cry for me, fore I shall overcome... or, at least, go into denial.
I hate to think what will happen when I hit 40.
For the record, I think neither 30 nor 40 are old. I'm just less prepared for 30 than I thought I'd be, and it's hitting me up side the head. I'll get over it. Chocolate will help. Chocolate always helps. Take care, all.
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