Just a normal day at the beach drinking salt water.

Strom was complaining for weeks that we didn’t take him to the dog beach nearby.  As the weather was warming up we decide to bundle him into the car and drive the thirty minutes to the ocean.  He was under strict instructions to  respectful of other dogs at beach, don’t drink the salt water as it fries your brain and not to “disrespect” the water with bodily waste.   He agreed to two our of the three conditions of entry.

We jumped out of the car, released him from the prison that is his leash and let him go.

I won’t bore you with the details, it’s easier just to post a few photos and let you be the judge of the day he had.

Have you ever done anything in your life that’s made you this happy?


Nine out of ten dogs say sticking your tongue out improves stability and makes you look serious when at the beach.


“The water has joined my list of the most favourite things in the entire world.  This list includes every person and object I’ve met in my entire life”


“Why don’t they take me here every day?  I could live here and run all day”


I call this one “preparing to launch”

For once I did something wrong, and Storm promised not to tell as he’s not certain of my motives. 

Not my proudest moment but here it goes. After getting over the disappointment of working on a Sunday I decided to feed Storm before leaving the house. Everybody else in the house was still asleep so it was just myself and Storm awake. 

I filled his bowl with his food and walked away as he started eating. Weirdly I heard slurping sounds, weirdly because I’d fed him dry food snd not that wet slop you buy in cans.  I could tell from the sound he was really enjoying his food despite the fact I was slightly confused by the sounds that was coming from his mouth.

Can you tell. by the dismissive way Storm looks at the camera that he’s comcerned for my motives. He knows what i did but he still doesn’t say anything.

I don’t know if Storm thought I was an amazing genius or a complete moron but either way he didn’t say anything, he just keeping eating. He had the common decency not to make fun at the fact I’d poured his dry food straight into his full water bowl instead of the correct location next to it, and to be honest I doubt he cared. It’s a logical conclusion to make that he assumed he had discovered a new and exciting dry dog food soup and he better eat it quickly in case it was only an illusion.
It’s not my proudest moment but Storm walked away content so maybe no harm was done? 

I’m not an idiot but sometimes say idiotic things.

According to statistics 50% of the people you meet everyday are below average intelligence. This may sound harsh and judgemental but by it’s very nature the is how the law of averages works.

For a long time I assumed I was at least average or above average, it made sense to me as I finished High School, sometimes read a book that has no picture and very rarely ride on the back of shopping trollers while at the supermarket.

I need to confess sometime – I am an idiot.

This realisation crept up on my slowly as I started going out more with friends and ordering coffee. When I was younger coffee was a simple item to purchase, there were only two possible questions that the barista could ask – sugar or milk? Now it seems everybody else has done a small university course on advanced coffee ordering, and somehow I wasn’t invited. (Sounds like every single party in High School)

I walk into a coffee shop with the simple urge to buy a small cup of hot liquid filled with a legal stimulant that still allows me to operate larger machinery, but instead I walk away bewilded at the choices that I had. Why do they have to make it so confusing for people like me?

My biggest problem is I believe we have so many choices for coffee but most people never actually buy most of them. They just put these choices on the menu to make people like me feel inadequate. For example can you tell me a single time when you were sitting down with friends and Barry piped up and said “gee, my life would be much better if I went to Starbucks and purchased a Espresso Con Panna with soy milk, brown sugar and a touch of elephant urine”?

It’s never happened, we all know it.

A possible solution would be to stop seeing Barry as he often says strange things while we are out but wouldn’t it be easier just to make ordering coffee easier?

I lay in bed some nights and worry about things. Maybe this coffee issue is just the beginning and society is just advancing quicker than I can cope with.

That could be true but I’d prefer to think that it’s everybody else that is wrong.