Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think it was around the same time that we started seeing hipsters grow beards and juice served in jars that being an introvert became cool. Maybe I have a lot of introvert friends advocating the cause, but the number of instructional articles and diagrams on facebook educating the world on how to respectfully interact with introverts seems to have grown exponentially in the last year or so. Continue reading
I’m not afraid to admit it, I envy my my dog’s lifestyle. As I write this he’s flat out on his side, legs out, sleeping. It’s midday. The saying ‘It’s a dog’s life’ just isn’t true. Dogs’ lives are great. Continue reading
I did a 14 kilometer run this morning. This isn’t far for some, but it’s definitely at the upper end of my range. After I finished I was so excited about getting to breakfast, I forgot to do my stretches. Stupid mistake (although breakfast was great). Having sat still for the rest of the day next to my little dog (him sleeping, me being equally inactive) with my legs slowly stiffening, I’ve been reminded about the importance of stretching.
My dog sleeps an average of 20 hours a day. He’s not particularly old, or unhealthy. In fact he’s built like a little athlete and the vet once told me he has the heartbeat of a German Shepherd. I am constantly in awe of his ability and determination to sleep through constant patting, poking and prodding (by me) and loud movies and music (granted he does usually disappear upstairs whenever I play the piano). Continue reading
My dog can remember the place he found a chicken bone in a bush five years ago. Whenever we’re out walking in that area, as soon as we get within a 100 meter radius of that bush, he’ll try everything in a small dog’s power to get us closer to that spot so he can check it out again. He recognises the importance of a good meal and knowing where to find it.