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They say a dog is a man’s best friend and by the use of man I do not insinuate just the gender of men as we all know by now I am thoroughly a girl; but by man I mean humanity, the human race. And with this clarification it is safe to say I agree whole heartedly with this statement because as I currently lounge on my bed, writing out this blog post my dog is doing exactly the same – minus writing the blog post of course but growling at any movement passing my house as he enters into another one of his deep sleeps. My dogs are my companions on my adventures, I am indeed part of their pack and my life events wouldn’t be the same if they weren’t by my side.
When I’m feeling overly stressed – some may call it overwhelmed – from a full week of work and exam pressure, my first point of call isn’t to my mum or another form of human substance but to Charlie aka Fat Bum, my West Highland Terrier; a big mass of white fluff, a charming face fit for a fine fellow of any human. Somewhat cute when he lets it show but he never lets it disfigure his manly superior act so the majority of the time it’s his grumpy old man side I see but love the most.
I greet him with open in arms begging for one of his teddy hugs while I ruffle his fur Mohawk. Immediately, my stresses adjourn and slowly start to fade and I become human alive again.
It is not only Charlie who I turn to in my times of need and attention but to Poppy; I can not describe her any other way apart from delightfully crazy even though at times I hate to admit it. A Jack Russell by species but a German Shepherd in her mind with the cunningness of her sad little eyes tempting only the weakest of men; she has no fear, only the desire to make friends and run for miles on end. When I’m active and hyper or even need a good cheering up she is whom I turn to. With one quick jump she’s on my lap, tongue licking ferociously at my face with ever only one motive to make me happy again.
It’s funny how we form bonds with our pets, our own little wolf pack that can not break no matter how bad you shout or how long you leave; they run back; tail wagging on your return. It’s the human characteristics I love so much about animals, people may say I’m anthropomorphising them but its true animals have feelings. They are happy, giddy, sad, angry you name it I can show you a photo to prove it. So yes a dog truly is a mans best friend.
I have a scar that nobody knows of,
It can’t be touched, seen or kissed,
It can never be healed with love or time,
Because this scar appears in my mind.
It’s that simple thought before I go to bed,
That swims round and never leaves my head,
It stays until I try to push it away,
Use all concentration to keep it at bay,
It’s that simple thought that brings all the anxiety,
That doesn’t let me concentrate on work,
It’s a thought that cannot be healed or repressed,
Because eventually it will resurface again.
And it is that thought,
That one thought,
Will end it all.
The Master Plan
‘Why’s your room so messy?’ My mum complained,
‘Because I’m studying for a-levels’ with a sign I explained,
But this wasn’t the only reason my room stayed this way,
There was a plan to my madness that would keep robbers at bay.
As they approached my room in the dead of night,
Opened my door slowly not to give me a fright,
They’d walk in with no attention to the floor,
Their eyes searching for what they adore.
And suddenly they’ll trip,
Fall over and hit their lip,
The blood will come gushing,
While they carry on blushing.
As I’ll wake up to see,
That my text-book had saved me.
Long-time readers, obsessive fans, and casual browsers with impressive intuitive skills might know that I love sharks. I'm fascinated by them. So, inspired by an article I read yesterday, I'm foregoing the humor for the day. Instead: 7 amazing sharks facts, and 1 terrible one.
1. Lantern sharks can glow in the dark.
2. Many breeds of shark have a 6th sense, enabling them to sense the electro-magnetic energy of living things.