Tim took my last post to heart and declared Sunday to be the sabbath. This meant experiencing the day more as a dog and less as a person. So there was no computer, no reading, no listening to the radio and no TV (until 8:30 when a good programme was on, "Cranford." It was the sabbath but we are not fundamentalists.) Instead there was a lot of lying around feeling the peace and serenity of the day. It is a bit similar to Saturday for Jewish people where they cut down on other activities and give the day to Dog (or is it God? I get confused. Are they one and the same or am I just a bit dyslexic?) I also cut out my human activities, that's why there was no post yesterday. Of course, this was no big deal for me and was natural but Tim found it very rewarding and thinks it might be a nascent religion, where I am the high priestess. It is very flattering but I think it might lead to trouble to organise ourselves thus.
Life is great when you are a dog, or at least acting like one.
I am a curious and happy hound. I enjoy my life in Brisbane, Australia immensely. I watch, learn and comment on the world of dogs, humans and other animals. Exurberant, joyful, elegant, polite and good-looking are words many people use to desribe me, though I am too humble to use them myself.