In Medias Res

It was today I discovered I had a proper relationship with my dog.

It's not the mere 'Sit!' in question here – as some of more inexperienced of you might think – it's this complex, dominant unfortunately, process of internegotiation taking place.

Of course, I love him. I think it indeed base enough not to have to explain what relationships are about; suffice it to say I try to turn him a bit into a cat. What can I say, some petting is necessary. The reverse is true for cats, obviously. If it does not return when called, what good is it, after all?

But what this actually means, naturally, is that you can tell the owner by its dog. And if, so they tell me, statistics do not lie that the majority of family do not talk to each other, why should it be strange these already tamed animals fight in the park?

And the simplicity of lifestyle – ah! Today, having finished with a job, we walked, we ate, we slept, and we walked. He waited while I had coffee, and I was patient while he was rollicking with some other same-sized dog in the grass, having a watchful eye lest the kids should hurt themselves.

Children lead the lives of approximately the equivalent share of care-free enjoyment, and perhaps their characteristics that strikes me most is how soon tears can be replaced with laughter.

To get back to the point, however; no thing is ever done. Whereas each new word, written or said, might call for a new one to interpret or correct it right, as we cerebral types would have it, the same is valid for acts. Even if it is only a highly mannered farewell to the first dog.