FEBRUARY 20, 2016

February 20, 2016

Hello, everyone!

Saturday is almost gone and thinking that tomorrow it is Sunday doesn’t make me feel overjoyed. I never liked Sundays. They are always saying: your weekend ended. Get ready to start work! 

Strange though! It’s not like I mind working or that I stop entirely working during the weekend but only the thought that the week starts all over again makes me morose.

Plus there’s that feeling that time passes too fast and you do too little. It’s like days get crowded together and there’s nothing you can use as a proof that you’ve actually lived them.

It’s been a lazy Saturday here in my house, especially in the morning. I spent a lot of time with my coffee – all right, I actually drank two mugs, so I needed a little more time than I usually do when I start the day with only one mug. 

Suddenly the weather improved: it was a huge jump in the temperature today and my cell phone even showed plus seventeen degrees at noon. That made spending a leisure morning in the yard extremely pleasant. 

Not so pleasant for Rex, I am sure. The leap in degrees made the snow melt fast and the entire yard was saturated with water and mud. Trying to run through the yard meant sliding through the mud and getting his paws wet. However, he showed a lot of fortitude and determination and didn’t let such paltry things stop him from having fun. 

Only after spending about an hour in the yard, we went for our walk, which wasn’t without adventures. When I tried to do my civic duty and clean after my dog, my phone slipped out of my pocket without my noticing and only after about half an hour I realized that I had lost it. 

I imagined exactly where I might have lost it and went back. Luckily, no one had passed by before our going back and my phone was there, in the grass (or what’s left of the grass right now). 

The afternoon wasn’t so peaceful though. Being too warm in the house even though I set the thermostat to a lower temperature, I had to leave the balcony door open.

It was like there was no air to breathe. I think that's due to my windows facing South. All the time, the sun shines in my windows and even when it is cold outside it creates a greenhouse ambiance inside. I am actually terrified thinking about summer. It would be horrible and like it or not, I will have to use an air conditioner. 

However, I wanted to say something else. It seems that some young guys moved in the row of houses across from us and they are the noisy type.

They like to congregate in front of the house and speak loudly, either considering that their conversations are too interesting not to be overheard by everyone around or simply disregarding anyone else.

As result, Rex barked most of the afternoon with short breaks now and then when I would manage to make him shut up. 

Considering that enough was enough (believe me, when a migraine brews, then it is enough), I decided that going out for a longer walk wouldn’t be too bad and I took the entire gang with me, inclusively the dog. 

Unfortunately, the beautiful weather put the idea in other people’s heads too and we encountered lots of people which made Rex getting very nervous. 

I don’t understand people sometimes: either they lack any kind of self-preservation or they simply can’t see past a cute face (the latter might be the reason, because I see it day after day in daily life). 

Before trying to pat an unknown dog, you should ask if the dog is friendly, no matter how cute you think the dog is. Nevertheless, most people don’t do it and Rex has such a pretty face and seems such an angel that attracts people all the time. 

Worse, he doesn’t show his true colors before someone is close enough to bite. All the time I have to be alert when I go out in public with him. 

He’s the most antisocial dog I’ve ever seen but the same time one of the cutest possible. Sometimes, I can read on people’s faces that they don’t believe me when I say he’s not friendly. They think I lie because I don’t want them to touch my dog. 

Anyway, as I always try to explain to Rex (not that he’d understand that – I can see he’s confused because he keeps tilting his little head this way and that), I don’t want that both of us get arrested because he bites somebody. To convey my point better, I also told him that we’d be put in different jails. That makes him behave for just about five minutes. After that, his nature cannot be contained anymore. 
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Saturday is officially over right now and I think this post should be over as well. See you again, some other time.