A Life SO Ordinary
Sunday, Sept. 15, 2002
Friday night football games are a lot of fun! This friday shannon, mel, and i went to our High School football game and we had so much fun! We won, but barely. In the very beginning of the game we scored 3 points and then Dickson didn't score until the end of the 3rd quarter, but they didn't get their field goal so they only had 6 points. Then in the very end we scored and kept them from catching up! It was so great we all were really happy!When I got home that all changed because my dad told us to go and get Muddy from across the street (Muddy is my German Shepherd and he'll be 12 on November 10th) because he wandered over there a few minutes ago. Mel, Shan, and I go look for him under the decks of the houses across the street and we can't find him. So we go back inside and tell daddy that we couldn't find him and we are going to look for him in the woods behind those houses. We go inside and find our big ass Mag-Lite only to discover that the batteries don't work!
I love my dog so much and I'm not gonna let that stop me so i go across to the edge of the woods and just start clapping, whistling, and yelling Muddy Waters as loud as i can because he can't hear that well, but the whole time (about 20 minutes) I'm doing this I keep on thinking he's porbably laying there hurt or tired and he doesn't know where to go. Then I notice to my left there's a clearing that leads to the road! I walk over there bawling, expecting the worse - to see my old, sweet dog crushed, dead, or dying - but not finding anything! The not knowing is what's really killing me by this time, and then I remember this movie With Honors, starring Joe Pesci and Brendan Frasier. At the end when the Joe's character is dying he tells Brendan's character that he had a few dogs growing up and when they got old and close to their time to die they would run off and never come back.
This set me in a new fit of tears and i walked back to the house to get the truck and drive it up to the gas station to get batteries for the Mag-Lite. My dad making the effort to help me feel better said to take his truck and that he would go with me when I took the truck to the side clearing and drove it into an opening into the woods so I could see better. When we get to the gas station and I've already bought the batteries, Mel calls my dad's cell and she tells us that Muddy showed up and he was ok!
Now i wanted to ring my old, sweet dog's neck myself. He does this to us sometimes and everytime God has helped by getting my dog home safely! I just went up to him and hugged him for awhile... I was really worried.
Quote:
"Never argue with idiots. They just drag you down to their level and then beat you with their experience."
Why do humans have a longer childhood than other species?
Because they look at their elders and ask themselves, "Why would anyone want to become an adult?"
Not really. The old view was that human kids simply needed a lot more time to learn all they needed to know to become functional adults. Apes and muskrats, after all, don't have to learn how to spell, divide, cook nutritional meals, reason logically and behave in the morally nuanced way required of stockbrokers, late-night TV hucksters and politicians.
But a more recent theory contends that we have longer childhoods because we have longer lives. Kids need to take their time growing up so that they don’t threaten to displace bigger and stronger older people. For humans, there's an evolutionary advantage to remaining small, cute and defenseless for a while longer.
You mean it's not just so Nike can sell nore sneakers?
