Sometimes when you want to sit on a bench and just stare at boats floating by, something weird happens.
Strangers on the next bench have a furry little dog that prances over, sits by your feet and gives you a look that simply begs for a pat, or forty, on the head. You pet it, and pet it and it just does not want to leave.
Don't you hate it when cute little dogs do that?
Speaking of dogs, sometimes on Facebook I see this dog named Jackman. His human is named, Mick, and they reside in Australia.
Jackman, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, is shown doing super cute stuff like standing there staring at the camera. With every post from Jackman and Mick, I have to ask my mate what time it is Australia. Oddly, it is always the same answer. If it is Friday around 6 pm in these parts, it is already Saturday morning down-under. You would think I would stop asking about this random thing, but I probably will not.
Speaking of time zones, here we go with the dreaded time change. Every year I complain about losing that hour, and how they should just pick a time and leave it.
So, this year I made a vow not to bitch about something so utterly stupid. Still, how is my mutt going to know when to start begging for her meals? How will I? --The Dabbler
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