So there is this German TV show, very small production I think and not even very popular. It’s about spoiled teenagers who get send to a monastery/cloister for a week to get their attitude straight. That includes no cellphones, TV and that like, no smoking, no drugs, no alcohol, no make up, no social media. Instead getting up with the sun and working for their community. I find it quite funny. There was this elderly nun. She must have been in her 80th, totally sweet lady. She was talking to one of the candidates, a 16 years young brat who never did anything useful in her life. The nun asked her what she would like to do with her life, what she would like to accomplish in her life and that girl responded “I want to be an influencer”. The nun looked at her, thinking for a sec and trying to make sense of what she just heard, and then she said: “Oh Influenza, ya that’s not nice to have!” You need to know that both words sound nearly identical. This old nun nailed it without knowing what she did. Influencer are as annoying and useless like Influenza. =p Have a pawesome day everybody and be safe out there. ❤
This story is about preconceptions and how life proves them wrong in a very funny way. I think most of us are not free of preconceptions, right? I mean, I see a tax officer and think “quick, shoot it”, but I’m sure there are fair and kind tax officers out there . . . somewhere . . . maybe . . . naaa just shoot it. This was a stupid example but I’m sure you totally get what I mean, right? It happened last week. Ami had a walkies date with her best buddy Mr. D. He is the most adorable apple head chihuahua. Yes, this combo seems odd, a rather chunky (don’t tell her I said that) Old English Bulldog and this 15 cm / 6 inches bundle of cuteness, but they complete each other somehow. He is a huge dog in a tiny body and Ami is a tiny dog in a huge body. So we where walking through the local nature preserve. The path there can get pretty narrow at some points, less than a meter, so we where walking one after another, Ami and I first, Mr. D and his mom right after us.
His Royal Cuteness, Mr. “Maximum Carnage” D
We where just at a especially tight spot when a woman with a beautiful border collie came from ahead. As she walked closer she first looked at Ami and then she asked me “is it dangerous?”. And I’m like yes totally savage, be aware. Inside I was rolling my eyes at her. So she sneaked by on tiptoes. Ami didn’t even look at them, totally boring to her. And then they reached Mr. D . . . . GROWLROARDROOLSNARLGROWL!!! He totally made clear that he is no nonsense and that he doesn’t appreciate people looking funny at us. 6 inches total savageness. *grins* I love that little guy so much. Ami does too. And that woman maybe learned something. Things often are not what they look like. Have a pawesome day everybody and be safe out there.
You know what’s really annoying about walkies? I actually have to walk. Yes no kidding, mom expect me to walk. She refuses to carry me, which is ridiculous. She also refused to get me such a nice cart where I can sit in, look cute and look at people while mom is driving me around. Of course it would need a little roof too, it’s raining quite often here in our area and I really don’t enjoy getting wet. A mug holder and a box for snacks would be sweet too, don’t ya think? I saw such a cart on Amazon a while back (minus the mug holder and the snack box). Maybe I should just wait till mom goes for grocery and then just order one. Have a pawesome day everybody and be safe. ❤
Ssshhhhh it’s me, Ami. My hooman is out for grocery and I’m using the chance to hop on her computer to get some dog stuff done, you know, like ordering toys and snacks at Amazon, stare at yummi bulldog boys (no I did not drool all over my hoomans keyboard thingy and broke it) and talk about something that really bothers my on my hoomans blog. Yes I know, it’s not nice to use her computer when she isn’t home and I really would like my own Mac Book but she told me, before that would happen we would either need to win the lottery or make a big inheritance from a yet unknown rich uncle from America or get a sponsorship from Apple. She also told me that neither of these things would ever happen. Pffft hoomans *rollseyes*, right?
Anyhow, I wanted to talk about something totally different. Now imagine the the following: you just rolled out of your bed and your hooman takes you out on your first walkie of the day. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and you walk towards your favorite patch of pasture (and believe me, in the city those are kind rare) for an early morning sniff and . . . what the fuck is that?! . . . someone did not clean up after their doggo again. That is not only gross, it also shows a major lack of respect and responsibility and it’s a health issue. Pawrents who refuse to clean us after their doggo should not have a doggo at all. Letting that stuff lay around in the scenery ruins it for everybody else. A lovely patch of pasture turns into a shit hole just because you are too lazy to do your job. And it’s not even hard, doesn’t take a minute. Pick it up and toss the bag into the next bin or take it home to put it in the bin there. Do not even think about throwing that bag into the hedge. That would be totally intolerable!
Cleaning up after your doggo is a matter of respect, respect for your own dog and yourself, respect for other dogs (they want to sniff through that patch of pasture too without stepping in other dogs shit) and respect for other people. Just do the right thing, even when nobody can see you and clean it up. And maybe you even think about getting the right bags. Don’t take those nasty plastic bags, go for bags made from corn starch. Yes, they cost a few cent more, but it’s the right thing to do.
Oh, I think my hooman is coming home. Do not tell her that I was here. I swear, if you do, I will have to chew up your favorite shoe! Be safe and have a pawesome day!
Somewhat Patchy 