Did you know there’s a mayor in a sleepy American town who’s a cat? Yep, he’s in charge of 900 fairly chilled out folk who are content to be ruled by the feline fella. Well, not ruled – it’s an honorary position. Can’t expect everyone to understand Mr. Cat (“just meow once for yes, twice for no…”).
Have you heard of any weird mayors from around the world? A goldfish maybe? Perhaps a turd?
My next 30 Day Challenge will be to keep a dream diary because I’ve been having some wicked dreams lately.
Last night’s dream probably wasn’t that exciting but I thought it definitely meant something. Basically, we had three family dogs. Along with Toby, there was a Border Collie and a short haired Golden Retriever-like pup. They didn’t have names but for argument’s sake, let’s call them Janine and Brett respectively.
I think our family should definitely invest in purchasing Janine and Brett. One overriding thought I had in the dream was that when it’s time for Toby to move on from his life as a dog, Dad won’t be too sad and have to take time off work because Janine and Brett will be there to comfort him. He’ll still be very sad, but not as sad as if he didn’t have Janine or Brett. But he might be then really saddened by the fact that Janine and Brett aren’t very good dog names at all but they’re the only dogs he’s got left.
So, yep: next challenge locked in. But for now, I’m off to do some push ups.
Making the most of a short hiatus from living at college, today I’ll be reviewing the family dog, Toby.
Toby is eleven years old as of last week and shares the same birthday with family friend, Gerard (who I hear follows this blog regularly. If you’re reading this, happy birthday for last week, Gerard!). Toby is simply irreplaceable and I can’t quite fathom what life will be like when he’s ready to sleep in the Great Big Kennel in the Sky.
Toby is good at just about everything a dog should be good at. He likes being patted, is affectionate (he licks people’s toes to say ‘thank you’) and is adorably dopey at times. If there’s one hurdle Toby fails to jump over, it’s going for walks. He pulls on his leash so hard that he wheezes for the entire duration of his walk and he doesn’t see eye-to-eye with any other dog he encounters. At least he’s showing the vitality to be kicking it for another few years.
Though his picture is blurry (silly dog won’t keep still), Toby is one of the most handsome dogs on the planet. He looks to be some sort of mini fox terrier/Jack Russell hybrid and his only blemishes (little black spots that looked like a collection of fleas rather than hair) have recently faded away completely. He also has a ridiculously handsome face that would pull all the women dogs (if he hadn’t been neutered and was less socially incompetent around his own species).
There’s so many great things to say about Toby that can only be captured in a generic ‘out of 10’ rating system:
Aesthetic Appeal: 10/10
… and with rounding up, Toby scores a perfect (and perhaps biased) grand total…