Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

My life is no longer mine

I am scared easily by a lot of things. The other day, I was just innocently driving home, blasting my music, singing along. I pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. I opened my front door and sat there for a few seconds with the door hanging open. Finally, I got out, shut the door and started to walk up to my house, humming. Then I looked up.

Standing in front of my house was a big black dog. A very big black dog. So, of course, I was a bit shocked. I froze: maybe dogs work like Tyrannosaurus Rexes and only see movement. Everything was going fine and the dog wasn't attacking me or anything, but we really weren't making any progress, because the dog still wasn't moving.

All of the sudden, it started howling at me! Loudly. By the way, this dog was big. My impulsive self ordered me to walk towards it. So I did, and the dog backed up, and I was able to make it inside.

This was not my only encounter with the neighborhood demon. I spied the evil beast standing in the darkness at the end of my driveway, staring into my soul just last night. I'm beginning to think it is an escaped criminal disguised as a dog, just like in Harry Potter.

There is no escape. It is always watching. My life is no longer mine. It belongs to a big black dog.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Seals!

Seals are great. On the cute scale, they are up at the top. Except for those fat ones.

Yeah. That's a seal. On the other hand, seals can be fat AND cute.

All these pictures are directly from my google image search for "seal". Half of the pictures were of some random guy. Can anyone tell me who this guy is?

This picture better not be real. What kind of human being could find it in themselves to kill a baby seal? I wouldn't do it for money.


When I was a kid I had a little white seal (not a real seal) that I named "Sparky". He probably didn't like his name because he wasn't a dalmation. One time, somebody came to my school talking about fire safety and he told horror stories about what could happen in a fire and all the things you could lose. After that, I always slept with Sparky beside me so if there was ever a fire I would be able to grab Sparky easily when I was escaping the building. I would lie awake at night and cry about what life would be like without my soft little gem.

This blog is for you, Sparky.