My dog was too lazy to get up this morning for his walk. After a few minutes I finally got him to stand up and with a moderate pace he walked towards the frontdoor.
Here I am, warm jacquet, long underwear, head, gloves, carmex at hand.
There is my dog no jacquet, 50% asleep and his other 50% thinking about breakfast. (which is by the way the same everday)
I was confronted with existentialism this morning, freezing like hell, walking around the same block since three years and hoping that my beloved furry would activate the option ‘DYI walk and return at the frontdoor’ in his food oriented brain department.
I was confronted with existentialism this morning, what the holy Lord mother of God was I doing outside at minus 15 degrees Celsius, waiting for my dog to release what I gave him the days before.
Sometimes thoughts are weird and hard to battle, but this time I was not even willing to battle
