Tuesday, 26 April 2016

The One That Didn't Get Away

"Size isn't important, unless you're a fisherman." (anonymous)

"Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day." (anonymous)

Fishing is one of those great outdoorsy activities that, unlike many of my friends, I've never really gotten into. I've often thought about it, though taking up the activity hasn't officially made my bucket list. At least not yet. I am amazed, however, at the talent of some fishermen, able to reel in a fish even twice their own body weight. Wow! You see some of these trophy fish, and you wonder how they did it. If it wasn't for the picture, this would just be another fish story that may be hard to believe.

The Fisherman's Prayer: "Lord, help me to catch a fish so large, that even I in the tell of it, need never to lie." (anonymous)

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Saturday, 23 April 2016

The Other Side of Transgender Bathrooms?

So we stopped at Walmart this afternoon, and before shopping, I excused myself to visit the men's room, all the while my wife, daughter, and son-in-law waited for me near the entrance to the store.

Much to my dismay, and hidden from their sight, was the fact that the men's room had a barricade by its entrance so that staff could clean the washroom. So I simply stood there waiting for cleaning staff to do their thing and remove the barricade for me.

Now one of the things I appreciate about my son-in-law is his sense of humour; perhaps it is because it very closely resembles my own twisted funny-bone. So as I stood there, crossing my legs and with a blank stare on my face patiently waiting to take care for some much-needed business, I suddenly receive a text message from him asking if I was confused by the "transgender sign." I know that transgender washrooms are a sensitive subject for many today, but at the time it almost created the need for another floor clean up for that poor housekeeper. The tone behind the message did strike me strangely funny.

But seriously, at least at the time of this writing, Walmart continues providing the traditional men's and women's (separate) washrooms, despite all the noise on the subject. Personally, I applaud them for that.

Monday, 18 April 2016

3 Reasons Why Your Dog May Be Smarter Than You

Watching my dog’s mannerisms the other day, and noting the way I treat her, I’ve come to the conclusion that dogs may be smarter than their owners.

There’s the way we communicate. She barks, and sometimes she whines, and I’m ashamed to say that, I don’t always know what she wants. Do you want to go outside to go pee? Has a stray cat entered the yard and you want to go outside to “play?” Does something hurt (I hope not)? What are you trying to say, puppy?  Compare that with my communication methods, and we quickly see that puppy scores the point: I tell her to sit, to stay, to come, to roll over, to go lay down, to leave it (when approaching another dog on our walks), and she instantly complies and obeys. Unlike her communication with me, I don’t have to tell her twice; she got it the first time. Clearly, she’s smarter than me.

There’s the way we eat. She’s not fussy. I, on the other hand, do tend to be that way sometimes. If I allowed it (which I don’t) she would eat anything I have on my plate. Me? Not so much. I tend to be a little more, well, fussy. For example, I won’t eat anything that she has on her plate, even though we buy only the highest quality of dog food for her directly from the vet clinic. No box-store no-name pseudo-food for my puppy! She only gets the best, yet I won’t eat it. Funny thing is, even if I had a low-grade K-D on my plate, she would clean it up and be grateful for it. Score: Puppy 1, Owner 0.

There’s the way we exist. I go to work every day at a high-stress job just to make enough money to survive until next payday. It’s the way and the curse of man, I suppose. Work hard, pay your taxes, and then quietly die. Puppy, on the other hand, has it figured out. Simply exist, be the proverbial “man’s best friend,” and she will be fed, and sheltered, and taken for walks, and loved … for free. And all that, with no stress whatsoever! Here too, puppy wins: Dog 1; Me 0.

Am I missing something here? No, I don’t believe in reincarnation, but if I did, in my next life, I would want to come back as a dog; not as an abused dog like some unfortunately are, but as one loved and cared for, like my dog is by me. Yes, she really is, this man’s “best friend.” And, “Yes,” she really may be, smarter than me.