Most of my adult life I have engaged in some sort of regular physical activity. The motivation derives from an effort to keep my weight somewhat in check and maintain a level of health. Plus I just plain feel better when I am exercising. This activity has taken various forms over the years, jogging, extended walks, bicycling, or lap swimming.
When my children were younger I mostly jogged. I would come in from jogging, especially in the warmer months, very sweaty. If a child was around I would ask them if they wanted a hug. Of course, they did not, and I would start chasing them saying, “I need a hug.” I would never actual catch them, but it was a fun little game (at least for me) that we played. Continue reading “Pepé Le Pew”
I’m not sure how this book came to my attention, it’s not my usual read. It’s told from the point of view of , Enzo, an aging dog as he recounts his doggie life. He is a dog philosopher and expounds on his view of humanity and our views. He is frustrated with his lack of anatomical ability to communicate to his humans and is left with doggie drool and gestures.