Life Among The Humans
by mikel k

It is probably the most brilliant of days ever, here in Atlanta, Georgia this fine, fine Tuesday morning at 10:35am on February 27, 2007. The sun is shining. The temperature is not too hot, not too cold; the temperature is perfect in fact. Birds are chirping. They drown out out the nasty sounds of the leaf blowers and the car stereos that are set to a volume capable of breaking the ear drums of anybody anywhere around the vehicle. I'm glad that you're into Snoop Dogg, pal, but I just woke up, could you turn the Dogg down?

I'm bitching.

I started out saying how blessed I was to be part of and enjoying a beautiful day and then I started to whine about things that piss me off about life among the humans.

I just took the older dog for a walk. Javi is no longer capable of going on the long, fast walks that we used to take. He is riddled with arthritis and he is a tad overweight, to say the least, so we talk short slow walks and I allow him to mostly sniff anything that he wants for as long as he wants and, of course, he pees often.

I guess that Javi, despite his age, is still marking his spots, still trying to retain control of the world around him.