That's Life

I want a dog. Of course, I have not taken into account the logistical and more important factors yet but I still want a dog. I'm not sure what type of dog I want. Golden retrievers appear to be quite popular with the people in my neighbourhood, there are about 5 houses with golden retrievers. Then there's a Jack Russel, a chitzu, a poodle and many other different types of dogs. I've even seen those type of huskies that are as big as wolves. Lol. And here's the interesting thing - nobody in my neighbourhood keeps cats.

I was playing with a poodle today. Some white furry small dog that was quite hyper. It started licking my toes when I went near it. Then it started licking my hand when I patted it on its head. That dog sleeps in the master bedroom. I mean, it's kind of unfair when you take into account the fact that its friend gets leashed to the garage. Then again his friend is a big, black, angry dog. Which apparently bites its owners even. And I notice that most of the girls in the neighbourhoods have dogs. Most of them who have dogs are kind of pretty or cute. It's possible that looking after the dog made them kinder and gentler and prettier.

Where do dog owners get dog names from. If I get a dog, I'm going to name him Dog. Or maybe Doggone. I want a weird breed, some mix between poodle, chitzu and golden retriever.

A lot of people seem to be passing away recently. It's kind of weird that people you've seen around or can identify with just pass away. The Raffles tri-athlete was quite unfortunate. And the RI guy who jumped/fell. Ok he's still alive but apparently he's injured. And Chris Benoit died. Apparently he killed his wife and son and committed suicide. It's quite tragic. And sad. And depressing. Knowing that a wrestler whom you've seen on TV wrestle countless of times is never going to be in the ring again. Knowing that you're never going to see the hat-trick of German suplexes followed by the jump from the top-rope. The Rabid Wolverine was quite a legend. And let's not forget Eddie Guerrero who died some time back. He was quite an amusing person and it's too bad he left.

Oh well I guess we just have to look on the bright side of life. Remember the old Nike ad back then - always look on the bright side of life, ta dum ta dum ta dum ta dum.

When the enveloping fog of sadness seems to get thicker and the sparkle of life seems to get dimmer, you either change your batteries in your torchlight or just surrender. Many of the inner demons are within ourselves; identifying them is but the first step in a long and ardous process in which we hope to triumph over the evils.