Monday, July 21, 2014

FEET WEEK


Lately my head has been feeling kinda... empty. Dutch said Google says that's what happens when you meditate and it's a good thing. Like a vacation for your brain. Dutch also thinks staring at the wall with your eyes closed is a good idea so I'm not sure I want his advice.

Sorry Dutch (and Google). 

I told my human I think my head might be empty because she doesn't feed me enough to keep it full. This isn't really true, but I figured it couldn't hurt to try. Of course she just laughed.

HUMAN: maybe your head just needs a vacation.
ME: please don't make me stare at the wall.
HUMAN: huh?
ME: nevermind.

I guess Dutch hasn't told her about meditation. But what she said got me thinking. Maybe my head does need vacation. Maybe all the good stuff that's usually in there needs some time to, uhhh, grow back? Kinda like meditation, only in reverse. Minus the weird wall-staring stuff.

So, for the rest of the week I'm going to talk with my feet instead of my head. Don't worry, I'll still have plenty to say. People around here have so much in their heads, stuff kinda overflows onto the sidewalk. Other places too. It's kinda everywhere once you start looking. 

Until I speak again…

:)

Friday, July 18, 2014

DUTCH FRIDAY: love, mediation and aliens


Hello again friends! Pug suggested I stop saying it's Friday because everyone (except maybe our human) already knows what day it is. I don't know if he's right, but in case he is, I think from now I will just say hello. 

If I'm wrong about Pug being right, please let me know so I can tell him.

I'm sorry to say this, but I don't have very exciting things to tell you. I haven't been feeling too fabulous lately and have been trying to rest so the bad feelings will better. For some reason it feels really nice when I lie in sphinx-pose and close my eyes so I've been doing a lot of that.  


Google says what I'm doing is called meditation. The vet said I am perfect and mostly healthy, but still gave me some pills I don't like to swallow. I heard my human say I'm talking to the aliens, but I am not sure what that means and am afraid to ask because aliens sound a little scary. 

Oh! And Pug told he loved me. Of course I've always known this, but it's the first time he's told me so in words and sometimes words are nice to hear. Especially when whoever is saying the nice words isn't just saying them to get some of your food.

Until next Friday… I love you all too!


Deep thoughts + warm toes,

Dutch
xoxo


Thursday, July 17, 2014

MY HUMAN IS CRAZY


Sometimes I think my human is crazy. I mean, most humans are. At least sometimes. But I always kinda forget about that part so when her craziness sneaks up on me, it really freaks me out. 

According to Google, there are like a million different kinds of crazy and I should make a list to keep track of my human's symptoms. So yesterday I started making a list. I'm already up to #42.

Reason #42 my human is crazy: she sees things that aren't there. 

Not like dead people or anything. I don't think. More like the thing in today's picture she made me pose with. 

HUMAN: oh Pug, it looks just like you!
PUG: that thing? But I'm not red.
HUMAN: so
PUG: and I'm pretty sure it's a cat.
HUMAN: that's ok
PUG: and, uhm, I think it only has one ear.
HUMAN: no, there are two. One of them is just really small.

See what I mean? Crazy. 

I really wanted to tell her my eyes also aren't all weird and crooked, I don't have that many teeth and my head doesn't have upside triangles on it. But I also wanted a cookie. So I didn't say anything. I just added #42 to my crazy list and tried not to think about what #43 will be.