Dog Tired
Some days are slow. I wake up and I don't want to think deep thoughts or solve big problems. I don't want to run or stretch or log meals and worry about protein intake. I don't want to edit videos of crows or process fancy photos, nor do I want to think of elaborately funny and introspective things to say about them.
I don't even want to journal.
So I don't.
Instead I look at my dog and tell him how lucky I am to have him in my life. Then I pull him onto my chest and we nap all afternoon on the couch with the window open.
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
Give it a try. In the afternoon. With the window open.
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It doesn't have the outfit of Little Red Photobomber, something that made me laugh a lot. You know?, I really appreciate it when someone makes me laugh. But what I was trying to tell you is that I do the exact same thing with my dog Chanel when the days get slow.
That's what friends are forrrrrrrrr.🎵
When I first got him that red coat he froze like a statue and didn't know how to walk with it on. And once when we were walking the velcro in the front busted open and he stopped and stood completely still like he does if I drop "our" leash. Just in case there was a risk of us getting separated.
I can imagine the scene. And I can also imagine that feeling of love that came over you when you saw that - worried face and then smile.
Creo que ya voy a dormir. He estado enferma hoy del estómago.
Actually I think I laughed at him. Lovingly, of course. And told him he was a good boy.
I also told him just now what a good boy he is for earning us so many hive rewards just by being a cute dog on a rug in the sunlight.
Me preguntaba recientamente si siquiera deurmas. Que hora es ya en la Cuba? Las 2 de la manana? (Desculpe, no se como escribir los acentos desde que tener un laptop sin number pad.) Espere que te sientes mejor. Tal vez estas detoxing de los fiery little stinkers.
I really wanted to write fiery little stinkers in spanish but I was afraid I would translate it wrong and it would come out like some unintentional vulgar slang.
Here 1:15 but time does not stand still and by the time I finish writing this reply it will be.... a little later or earlier. It all depends on how you feel or live.
Yes, the discomfort must be part of the detox. Or maybe the culprit was a spaghetti with tuna I cooked yesterday and ate without measure. I was satisfied and out of gluttony I kept eating.
Thank you. I do sleep. Much more than I should, actually.
Ooooooooo I love me some gluttonous eating.
😁
I feel ya. Can't tell you how many times I've went to blogify and just had zero enthusiasm for trying to be interesting, entertaining, or anything else. Usually seems to coincide with my escalating expectations. Lol, that's usually how I end up just ranting for a bit.
Ranting is good, too.
I'd hazard a guess that those are the best afternoons ever and I suspect these are the afternoons that should be filling our days as much as possible.
Sorry so quiet here. I'm making and stuck in.
It's not you. It's me :D
Absolutely yes the very best days. Only thing better is when we're out adventuring together, which is a requirement in order to obtain the lazy days.
You have nothing to apologize for. I don't believe I would find you very interesting if you lived only to talk to me online and did nothing else outside that.
:)
Ditto.
And so we stick to our original agreement and we unapologetically (!) just be ourselves <3
Keep it simple!
Yep. Indeed we must.